CHAPTER 143 - Abilities.

The thick trees filtered the sunlight into scattered patches, painting the forest floor in hues of green and gold. The scent of damp earth and crushed leaves filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood from the crumbling cavern.

Alex let out a heavy sigh, his eyes sharp as he surveyed the assassins, who stood like shadows against the vibrant greenery. Turning to Zahara, he pointed at the group. "Keep them down. Just hold them off until I take care of him."

Before Zahara could respond, a cold laugh echoed from the leader. He leaned casually against a tree, his expression dripping with smug confidence. "So, you've pinned your hopes on her now?"

He gestured lazily toward Zahara with his finger-ring dagger. "I'll admit, her defense is impressive, but it won't last forever."