Chapter 44: Silver Chest

Silence falls over the cavern.

Sorin exhales softly, flicking her wrist to shake the blood from her blade. The fight lasted mere seconds. The bodies around her lay still, their blood pooling against the cold stone floor.

She lifts her gaze.

The bandit leader remains seated on his throne, his grin unfazed, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

He chuckles.

"Now this," he murmurs, "is interesting."

Sorin doesn't hesitate.

She vanishes.

A sharp gust rustles the torches as she reappears behind the bandit leader, her dagger aimed for his neck in a killing strike.

Clang!

A massive arm swings back, his greatsword blocking her blade in a shower of sparks.

"Fast," the leader muses, his grin widening as he twists his grip and shoves her back. "But predictable."

Sorin flips mid-air, landing lightly on her feet. Her golden eyes narrow. She has fought countless foes, but his reaction speed was unnatural.