A small vein popped up on Silas's forehead, but he couldn't do anything about it. He just took a small.

Deep exhale and corrected his stance as he stared at the hologram of the fallen angel, which was standing in front of his eyes.

Silas's eyes were fixated on the figure that had just been summoned by Michael. It seemed to be above seven feet tall.

With wings attached to its back, and its body was covered in armour. A sword sheath was hanging next to its waist, and it carried a sword inside it.

With a slight flicker of Michael's hand, the figure dashed towards Silas as it pulled the sword out of the sheath.

When the sword reached towards him, he finally moved from his place as he used his skill Phantom Step.

Silas's body moved with high speed as a small flicker of his afterimage was left behind. The figure swung vertically, and when it did that.

The sword just passed through the afterimage, which it thought was Silas. The figure got confused as it turned back, but it was too late for it to do anything.

Silas was already behind it. He raised his sword slightly, and a wicked grin curled up on his lips. "Gotcha, lil bro," he muttered under his breath, his tone filled with mockery.

Silas rotated his sword slightly as his hands moved a bit backwards, elbows tucked in as his hand moved forward in a trajectory that pierced the chest of the figure.

Making it fall on the ground on its knees. And with that, it disappeared into thin air and small particles of glowing mist.

"Piercing Thrust," Silas muttered under his breath as he swung his sword once again, but this time it was on his right, and then sheathed it back.

Michael's lips curled up as his voice came low, arms still crossed next to his chest as he stood there under the pavilion looking at Silas through the screen. "Do you think it's the end? It just started, Silas. That thing was level one; there are around fifty of them."

Silas looked at Michael through the screen, skin turning slightly pale as his forehead got completely covered with sweat, grip tightening on the hilt of the sword.

His voice came low but a bit shaky. "F-fifty? Are you serious?"

Michael gave a small nod as he flicked his fingers, and another hologram appeared in front of Silas. This time, it was slightly shorter, around the height of Silas.

It had a dagger in each hand; the daggers were slightly twisted backwards, and it took its stance instantly.

Silas gulped as he muttered under his breath. "Oh boy, this's going to get a bit difficult." The moment he said that, he dashed forward towards the hologram without wasting a second.

When Silas reached there, he noticed that the figure had already moved and was behind him, and one of its daggers was on his neck, and the other was next to his stomach.

Silas slightly twisted his body and used Silent Snowstep, and he got a bit away from it, creating a little distance between them.

'An assassin? The movements are similar to assassins; it'll be difficult now. Oh god, why did I even think of taking the session?'

A small sigh escaped his mouth as he muttered under his breath. "How do assassins fight?"

The figure flickered as it moved again, leaving its afterimage behind.

A small smirk curled up on Silas's lips as he said, voice low but steady, "They don't attack head-on but circle you until they find an opening and end it all in a single go."

The figure started moving inside the room at high speed, and its steps were calm and so light that no sound was produced by them.

Silas closed his eyes as he took his stance. He was sensing the surroundings; he was trying to know his surroundings, and he was trying to be one with them.

A faint sound reached Silas's ears as he suddenly opened his eyes and jumped backwards. The dagger of the figure slashed the air where he had been standing a second ago.

Sweat dropped from Silas's forehead to his neck; the only sound in the room was the faint creaking of his old ceiling fan and the sound of his ragged breathing.

He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes once again. The figure started to move, but this time it was even faster than before.

The whole room had now been filled with the afterimages of the figure; it was moving at a speed that a normal B-Rank hunter like Silas couldn't see with their bare eyes.

The figure jumped on the wall and then leaned slightly in, then shot its body forward.

Both of its daggers were close to each other and were forming a single sharp line, which was aimed directly toward Silas's chest.

The daggers were just inches away from piercing his chest, but before they could, Silas stopped them with a swift motion of his sword.

He raised his sword slightly as he blocked the strike and then opened his eyes and looked at the figure from the corner of his eye. A small smirk curled up on his lips. "I can finally see you, rat."

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A small bead of sweat formed on the temple of the figure as its eyes frowned slightly. Before it could retreat backwards.

Silas drove his knee into its gut, then came his sword in a smooth motion, and he slashed the neck of the figure, beheading it, and he showed no mercy to it.

The hologram fell on the ground, its head fell next to it, and when it fell, it rolled a few times and came towards the feet of Silas.

A menacing smirk curled up on his lips as he lifted his feet up and then stomped on its head, making the thin-mist particles come out of it.

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