The revelation sent visible ripples of unease through their group. Rare-rank weapons were treasures that most awakeners could only dream of owning. They represented not just superior craftsmanship, but magical enhancement that could bridge significant gaps in combat ability.
"No wonder he cut through Marcus so easily," another muttered. "A Rare-rank blade in the hands of an Elite-rank awakener..."
The two Transcendent assassins continued their fierce battle with my guards in my peripheral vision. My protectors were fighting desperately, using every technique at their disposal just to hold back the superior opponents while praying I could handle my own situation.
The seven remaining Elite-rank assassins huddled together, whispering adjustments to their plans. Their colleague's earlier reckless confidence had been replaced by caution. They understood now that a solo frontal assault would only result in more unnecessary deaths.
But their newfound prudence wouldn't save them.
