Perched in the branches of a tree, its leaves beginning to fall, Jasmine was keeping a watchful eye on her prey. Despite the putrid stench of the beast below, she remained still, shrouded in shadows, waiting for the opportune mont to strike.
Her hunt had begun a quarter hour prior.
As the corrupted ones fell inert, most of Oasis' residents ventured from the safety of their stronghold to farm Sun Points. After dispatching several dozen lifeless beasts, Jasmine opted to leave the easy points for others. She wasn't one to take down hordes of weak monsters. Her forte was to end single elites.
Thus, she trailed the Necro Envoy to a nearby valley. The battle against Arnold and the two locals had been harrowing, and the creature inhabiting Mirscella's body appeared to be in dire straits. However, a necromancer never fought alone.
Every minute, a score of necro elites joined the fray, only to et their demise monts later. Their sacrifice rely served to deplete the assailants' aether and would not save the Necro Envoy. Still, the creature showed no signs of despair. Jasmine could recognize prey, and the adversary had not yet assud that mindset.
It was evident that the Boss believed it could survive by leveraging the infinite horde at its disposal—particularly the mini-Bosses.
Jasmine was convinced that more potent corrupted beings awaited the opportune mont to enter the fray. Surveying her surroundings, she pinpointed pri ambush locations. Slowly but surely, the Necro Envoy was approaching one of them.
Utilizing a Shadow corridor, it took only minutes for Jasmine to traverse the valley and reach the ambush site. Then ca the task of locating the enemy. The crimson light of the Necromoon obscured the aether—thus confusing magical tracking abilities—but the assassin possessed mundane skills honed through years of training. It took her no more than thirty seconds to pick up the mini-Boss's trail.
Humanoid in form, the necromantic creature was the size of an adolescent but stood out with its attire. Its straw hat and fabric cloak suggested it possessed more than re instinct. None of the undead she knew cared for their attire, yet the creature's headwear had undergone recent repairs. Judging by the odor emanating from its wearer, they occurred post-mortem.
It was challenging to assess its exact level without identifying it using [Recognition], but certain enemies could detect those kinds of skills. Jasmine's assassin instincts, honed through experience, whispered that the monster was a Tier 2 high noble, likely a Viscount. Precisely the kind of opponent she sought.
Her hand closed slowly around her dagger. The weapon cost her nearly fifty thousand Sun Points and was of low epic rarity. Before attaining Marquess status, it was the best blade the assassin could buy. If all went well, that would change in a matter of seconds.
The creature trembled, and seeing her enemy growing impatient, Jasmine focused on her heart. A silent pulsation resonated within her chest, and the shadows grew even more welcoming. For a mont, the Shadow Champion glimpsed a potential evolution. A superior Concept, purer than shadows. If Priam was terrifying in his versatility and Kazuki followed the Spear's path, Jasmine's path lay with the Shadows… and what lay beyond.
The next second, [One Mind, One Blade] silenced the epiphany. The assassin's path was bloody, and distractions were dangerous. Jasmine's attention narrowed on the monster below, her body tensing. Her breath beca imperceptible, her pupils contracted, and her heart rate slowed. She was in the zone.
After an uncertain amount of ti, the battle drew near, the shockwaves rocking the nearby trees. The corrupted readied itself, unaware of the impending threat above it. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind...
The party was about to begin, and Jasmine cloaked her blade in a fearso Aura. Following his quadruple Tribulation, Priam had received [Horseman of the Apocalypse - Legendary] and chosen Conquest. Jasmine had opted for Death. Her attacks beca harder to dodge and wounded the souls of her enemies.
The assassin's instinct roared a fraction of a second before her opponent leaped toward Laepa.
Overclocking her two legs, Jasmine burst forward, her shadow trailing behind her. [Homo Elysian Predation] erupted, drowning her opponent's instinct. Simultaneously, the assassin's Domain overlapped with that of her adversary's… without arousing suspicion. Her Shadow Concept infused her sphere of authority, making her Supremacy nearly undetectable in addition to concealing her presence.
Extending a hand clad in dark energy, the undead prepared to strike at the Gaeserts' back. Jasmine was quicker. [Apex Huntress's Eye]. Her blade, augnted by her Aura and Dagger Mastery, shot toward a chink in the corrupted's guard.
The Tier 2 necro only beca aware of the ambush when the weapon slid between its hat and cloak. Sensing death approaching, it twisted in mid-air, attempting to evade, but the dagger had already penetrated its neck. Roaring in rage, it tried a feeble counterattack, but Jasmine had already shifted places with her shadow. An assassin was entitled to a single strike.
Reappearing in the branches of a tree a hundred ters away, Jasmine listened intently.
An explosion rocked the forest, and the young woman smiled as she read her notification. Her epic dagger had just detonated inside the corrupted. With a master like Priam, she knew there was no such thing as overkill.
"A fifty-thousand-Sun-Points explosive dagger against ten thousand Sun Points, a Marquess Title, and a Legendary Achievent. Worth it," Jasmine smiled as she purchased a new dagger five tis more expensive. She weighed it in her hand, striking the air to get familiar with it before vanishing once more.
The hunt was only just beginning.
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