Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint

Chapter 453

The Crescent Moon Illuminates Myuri

With movements as mysterious as the shadows themselves, Myuri melted into the darkness—literally. Once a renowned dancer and a member of a secret assassin order, she had once attempted to assassinate Tyrkanzyaka upon commission. Instead, she caught the progenitor’s eye and was turned into an Elder.

Assassins undergo conditioning from a young age, trained to follow orders without purpose or will of their own. For Myuri, who had once been nothing more than a puppet obeying commands, the life of an Elder was a better alternative. There were still many who wanted to kill her, just as there were still many she had to kill, but at least she no longer had to live in constant tension, fearing death at every moment.

And so, Myuri resented Tyrkanzyaka for liberating her. Her current attack was nothing more than a childish tantrum.

Through a tiny crack in the broken wall, barely large enough for even a head to fit, Myuri slipped out like flowing water. Seizing the advantage of the narrow darkness, she positioned herself behind Tyrkanzyaka. Without the slightest trace of hostility or presence, she thrust her dagger at the progenitor—Moonfang, aiming straight for her target.

"Your dance is yours. But your blood is mine."

A quiet murmur was followed by a massive fist sweeping through Myuri.

Vampires typically did not concern themselves with defense. And when that defense was merely a shadow forged from darkness, ignoring it and breaking through was often the better choice.

However, Myuri could not underestimate the sheer, overwhelming power emanating from the giant. Taking a hit wouldn’t kill her, but an ominous sensation crept up her spine, urging her to abandon the attack and evade the incoming fist.

Whoosh!

The massive fist, shrouded in a storm-like force, grazed just past her. The texture was solid, the presence was overwhelming, and beyond it—Myuri could feel the blood pulsing within, concealed behind the pitch-black darkness.

“Brimming with vitality, huh? Even without your Authority, your strength alone is enough to fill a giant?”
“Vitality!”

Catching the scent of prey, Bakuta lunged at the giant. His maw gaped open monstrously as he sank his fangs into the giant’s right hand, tearing away a massive chunk of shadow-infused blood.

But as Bakuta chewed on the severed darkness, he frowned and muttered, displeased.

“This is... rather tasteless.”

As he idly voiced his disappointment while gnawing on the shadow, the giant seized Bakuta in a single hand. Without the slightest hesitation, as if exacting vengeance, the giant brought Bakuta toward its mouth.

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