"[Ghoststep]"
> [Skill Activated: Ghoststep (S-Rank)]
I activated Ghoststeps.
The moment Ghoststep activated, the world around me seemed to slow.
My heartbeat steadied, every motion sharpened—like slipping into a familiar second skin. The air grew cold, but I felt weightless. Silent.
Bjron blinked. "What the—?"
I was already gone.
SWIP—
My silhouette blurred, vanishing from in front of him. He stumbled forward, momentarily stunned.
CLACK!
My boots touched the ground behind him.
I slashed low.
SHHK—!
"AGGHH—!"
A clean slice across his hamstring. Blood spurted, muscles spasmed.
Bjron roared in pain, twisting around, cleaver flailing blindly—but I had already melted into the shadows again, weaving around him with fluid steps.
"Stay still, you rat bastard!" he bellowed.
He spun, wide-armed, trying to catch me with raw force. The cleaver past my ear as I ducked and pivoted, keeping to his blind spots.
THUK!
Another cut—this time across his side.
"AAARGH!!"
