The Red-Haired Assassin

The remnants of the slain lifeform crumbled away into ashes, floating off into the wind. He stared ahead, settling the soles of his boots into the gravel made of decayed buildings. 

'Lightspeed Dash…A skill like this might be monumental. Let's give it a test run,' he decided, catching a breath into his lungs. 

Pressing his feet against the ground, he leaned forward, bending both knees. Past his lips, a breath was emitted— 

["Lightspeed Dash"] 

"—Hyuughh!" 

Everything around him distorted, being catapulted forward at an incomprehensible momentum. His cheeks rippled, tugged on by the intense forces of his own dash. The wind against his body was intense, feeling as though it could easily tear him to shreds, yet it didn't. 

"Hah–"

It all came to a stop at once, simply finding himself standing there, breathing out in a foreign territory. A peculiar forest, covered so abundantly in trees of all different, glowing shades.