Chapter 21.3

“Hahahaha, guess I got punked… that guy wasn’t even going all out. Guess he isn’t the type to use that Crest without good reason. Or maybe he barely knows how to use it.”

From one of the many towers that dotted El’zya’s skyline, the assassin gazed down at the leaving Soren, a fanged smirk visible under his hood. And in one hand, he was toying with a card-like item, decently sized yet a gleaming metallic color and marked in old, faded runes.

“Still, all that trouble for this little thing? Haha… last time it was some incompetent moron, and now you have my hunting down trinkets?” The assassin flicked the card between his fingers, head craning back to the other side of the tower, were another figure melted out of the shadows, also obscured by their own cloak. “Was that collector really worth the price on his head?”