The two men of the Transcendent Organization who were stationed outside the illusion formation were not of high level.
One was level 11, while the other was merely level 10, not even a class-ranked warrior.
Both of them were still in the midst of talking when they suddenly felt something brush past them.
"Hmmm?" They exchanged confused looks and glanced around.
But not even a second later, horror flashed across their faces. Their mouths opened as if to speak, but before a word could escape, a thin red line appeared across their throats.
The next instant, their heads slipped from their shoulders and rolled to the ground, while their bodies erupted into fountains of blood.
Azrael, whose hands were covered in sharp wind that looked like the blades of a scythe, did not even spare the two corpses a glance. Instead, he stopped in front of the illusion formation.
