"I doubt the Crimson Moon Dynasty royal family would be foolish enough to attack us the moment we left the palace. You must be working for another faction, trying to frame them. I'll give you a choice—submit, or die."
The two assassins didn't hesitate.
Without a word, they spun around and fled in opposite directions.
"Fine. I only need one of you alive," Amalia said indifferently.
She swung her blade once more.
A violent blade aura erupted, cutting through the air with terrifying force.
A powerful gust followed in its wake, sweeping through the battlefield.
Without even looking back, Amalia dashed toward the fleeing assassin.
Behind her, the black-clad assassin who had taken the first hit suddenly convulsed.
Blood spurted from his body in multiple places, his wounds deep and fatal.
He was dead before he hit the ground.