Forms

The two assassins stood their ground despite their shaken confidence. They were professional killers, after all, trained to seize any advantage.

"He's heavily wounded… we can do this!" one of them hissed, his voice sharp with determination.

Their resolve grew stronger when two ghastly forms materialized beside them. The spectral forms of their fallen comrades hovered in the air, their translucent faces twisted in rage. The souls of the deceased assassins had returned, bound by their determination to see the mission through.

Emery heaved a deep sigh. This was the challenge of facing grand magus figures—they were notoriously difficult to put down permanently.

With a curt nod to one another, the four assassins charged again, two in physical form and two in spectral.