The players imdiately rejoiced, their earlier anxiety replaced with confidence as they watched their leader, Yohan prepare to use his hidden skill.
"Boss is finally going to use the skill he got from his class at level 5!" one player exclaid, barely able to contain his excitent. "I always wondered what it was, but he never told us. This is going to be an easy win!"
Arthur frowned, his senses on high alert as he observed Yohan muttering sothing under his breath.
He couldn't make out the words, but the way Yohan's lips moved and his body tensed, sent a chill down Arthur's spine.
Yohan's voice was low, nearly inaudible. "Camouflage. Silent Step."
Arthur's eyes widened in disbelief as Yohan's body shimred and then disappeared entirely. One mont, he was standing there smirking confidently, and the next, he was gone.
"What the… Where did he go? Did he teleport away? What the hell is this?" Arthur muttered under his breath, his gaze darting around the area.
"Hank leave them, and look for their leader," Arthur commanded imdiately. 'Hopefully, Hank might be able to detect him if he is still near,'
Hank imdiately flew and circled above, his eyes scanning the surrounding area, but even the hawk's talent seed unable to detect Yohan's whereabouts. Arthur clenched his dagger tighter, his heart pounding.
'Stay calm. Don't panic. He's still here… sowhere. His so-called skill wouldn't just be an escape skill, it must be offensive.'
The forest grew unnervingly quiet, Arthur's mind raced as he watched his surroundings vigilantly, trying to anticipate the attack.
'Where is he? Could he be above?' Arthur thought, glancing up into the trees, but there was nothing.
"Wher—arghhh!"
A mont later, a sharp pain shot through his back.
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Arthur stumbled forward, a growl of frustration escaping his lips as he turned to face his unseen attacker. He saw nothing but empty air.
"Damn it!" he hissed, quickly downing a health potion as the warm liquid worked to stabilize his rapidly depleting HP.
Yohan's voice echoed through the clearing, smug and taunting. "What's wrong, Fateless? Can't keep up? Don't worry, I'm just getting started."
Arthur gritted his teeth, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movent. 'How is he doing this? Is he invisible? Cloaked? This skill is broken!'
Before he could fully recover, Yohan appeared in front of him with a wide grin.
His dagger glead as he flicked it lazily in Arthur's direction. "Having fun yet?" Yohan teased, his tone dripping with mockery. "I can do this all day. Or night. I'm not even breaking a sweat."
Arthur smirked despite the situation, his mind already working to counter his opponent. "Oh, I'm thrilled. Truly. It's not every day I get to fight soone who relies so heavily on cheap tricks."
Yohan's grin faltered slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Cheap tricks? Let's see if you're still joking when I carve you up like a fruit ninja."
With that, Yohan vanished again, his body dissolving into the shadows. Arthur tensed, his senses straining as he tried to predict where the next attack would co from.
This ti, Arthur felt a faint shift in the air to his right. Acting on instinct, he twisted his body and slashed out with his dagger.
Arthur's blade connected with sothing solid, and the collision sent a jarring vibration up his arm.
'The way I blocked that attack was pure luck,' he thought, the thought of how close he'd co to being struck unnerving him for a mont. But there was no ti for reflection on that.
His eyes darted to the group of players in the distance. They huddled together, their potions in hand as the gulped it down, clearly trying to recover from Borak and Hank's earlier assault.
'They're regrouping. If they heal fully and co at all at once, I'm in trouble. I would have to use Sunless, I don't want to use him yet...'
"Hank!" Arthur shouted, his voice sharp and commanding. "Don't let them heal up. Attack everyone until they're all down. No exceptions!"
Hank shrieked in acknowledgent, diving toward the players like a streak of lightning. His claws extended, and chaos erupted as the players scattered, desperate to avoid the bird's relentless assault.
Arthur's focus returned to his own predicant, his gaze sweeping the area. He was trying to pinpoint Yohan's location when—
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"Argh, damn rat!" Arthur hissed as he felt the sharp sting of another knife attack on his side. He stumbled slightly but quickly regained his footing, his eyes scanning the area.
Yohan's voice ca from the shadows, smug and mocking. "Rat, am I? Funny coming from the guy squealing in pain."
"Show yourself, you coward!" Arthur shouted, spinning to where he thought the voice was coming from. His grip on the dagger tightened, his knuckles whitening with the force.
"Why would I do that?" Yohan said, his voice echoing from all around. "This is so much more entertaining."
Suddenly, Yohan appeared a few feet in front of him, grinning like a Cheshire cat. His dagger twirled lazily in his hand as if mocking Arthur's efforts. Find exclusive stories on empire
Arthur's blood boiled at the sight. "Are you making fun of , you damn rat?!"
Yohan's grin widened. "Oh, absolutely."
Arthur dashed toward him, his dagger poised to strike. But before he could close the distance—
Yohan vanished again.
"Hehe," ca the giggling from sowhere behind Arthur. "You missed , little boy!"
Arthur growled in frustration, his eyes darting to every possible direction Yohan could have gone. His heartbeat thudded in his ears, a mix of adrenaline and rage coursing through him.
"Stay in one place, you coward!" Arthur shouted, his voice echoing through the forest. "Face properly!"
'He keeps showing up every five seconds from what I estimated so far. Is that a coincidence or is it a skill issue?' He thought as a frown appeared on his face.
Arthur waited calmly in his spot as he waited for Yohan to attack again.
Yohan's voice ca again, this ti from Arthur's left. "Face you properly? Why? You're doing such a great job entertaining as it is."
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