Inside the tent, the fight had grown more intense.
Lilith was pushed to the defensive while Scarlet took the offensive role.
CLANG! CLANG!
Their blades clashed repeatedly. Each of Scarlet's strikes was graceful and carried her full strength.
The frown on Lilith's face deepened—each of Scarlet's attacks was becoming more unbearable to parry.
A drop of sweat rolled down her temple. She knew that if she kept holding back out of fear of alerting others, she might actually die here.
'Fine then!' she screamed internally as she activated two skills—a movement-type skill and a strength boost.
When she did, her power surged to a tremendous level, and her speed doubled. Lilith channeled her mana into her thin blade.
The weapon pulsed fiercely with a reddish glow. The assassin struck forward, channeling her pent-up frustration into the blade itself.
FWISH!
A trail of reddish aura exploded from the sword.
