After Acker's low shout, a figure slowly rose from the shadows on one side—a place where wall and moonlight intersected.
The shadows filled this place.
But with Acker's low shout, these shadows flowed like water.
When that figure appeared, the shadows truly flowed off the person's body like water, and part of it shrouded the person like mist, making it impossible to see their face.
"Are you the last student of the mentor?
Immature fellow.
Who do you think you are?
Do you think you can save them?"
The raspy and harsh voice was filled with disdain and ridicule, and an indescribable grudge and anger, yet a smile appeared on Acker's dry, wrinkled face.
"How would I know without trying?"
As the words fell, Acker moved his steps.
Whoosh!
A thin silk behind him accelerated abruptly, bringing about a sound.
This thin silk grazed Acker's body and collided with the silk that grazed the 'Blood Shadow's Thorn'—
Clink!
A clear sound like swords clashing.
