Kyle watched the fading mana traces flickering around Bruce and the trailing shadows. His gaze flicked to Melissa, who was standing tense and ready, waiting for orders.
He gave her a small, approving nod.
"Melissa, show me the fruits of your practice. Take care of the ones following Bruce.""
He said calmly.
Melissa's eyes widened briefly, but then her expression firmed with determination. This was an opportunity. A chance to prove her worth to the young master.
She clenched her weapon tighter in her hand — a lightweight spear suited for rapid, controlled attacks — and bowed her head slightly.
"Understood!"
She answered firmly before darting off into the dim village streets.
Using her mana to suppress her movements, Melissa melted into the shadows. Her breathing slowed, her footsteps silent against the packed earth.
She circled behind the first shadow, who was too focused on following Bruce to notice the threat creeping up behind him.
