Realizing he was being ambushed from behind, the Advisor understood in an instant. The Chief Judge hadn't been using[Wisdom]to hide the thief at all—he'd been hiding the man now behind him.
'How despicable...' he couldn't help but curse inwardly.
But the Heavy Sword came too fast and too hard, leaving the Advisor no time to muster his power to defend.
Yet the blade seemed to be deflected by some unknown force. It veered off course, striking only the Advisor's right shoulder. It sliced through his trench coat without resistance, cleaving smoothly downward.
A severed sleeve fell to the ground.
Only the sleeve...
The Advisor's entire right arm, along with the right side of his torso, had vanished long ago. Only a waxy, melted scar remained.
What had appeared to be his right arm was merely a clever illusion.
"Huh?"
Having missed his mark, the attacker didn't press his advantage. Instead, he performed several agile backflips, putting distance between himself and the Advisor.
