Beneath the Veil of Death
'Fangs of the Wolf. Has master learned Azriel's favorite technique?'
The thought echoed through Diana's mind the moment Victor lowered both blades and began walking toward her with that terrifyingly relaxed posture.
Every instinct in her body screamed danger.
She did not plan on waiting to receive that technique head-on.
The ground beneath her feet exploded.
Diana vanished like a black phantom.
A shockwave blasted outward from where she stood moments ago as her scythe carved through the air with murderous precision. Her long black hair fluttered wildly behind her while crimson eyes locked onto Victor's throat.
Lane and Clara almost lost sight of her movement entirely.
So fast.
Far too fast.
Yet what happened next completely shattered their understanding of battle.
Lane saw Diana pass directly by Victor—
—and at that exact instant, Victor's hands suddenly became blurry.
No.
Not blurry.
Too fast to properly follow.
The next second—
