Turning around in horror, Count Sayzer saw a white glowing blade mere centimeters away from piercing him through.
"This is over," declared the mysterious figure. "Your death has come, human."
Fear consumed Count Sayzer's middle-aged expression.
But then—
"I believe you're getting ahead of yourself."
"!!!"
Count Sayzer—having done something similar to the mysterious figure—turned out to be no more than an afterimage. One that the mysterious figure was so focused on stabbing that he wasn't able to evade the real attack in time.
Or was he…?
"Nice trick," he said plainly. "It's just unfortunate that my tricks run deeper."
SPURT!
Count Sayzer blew a bloody hole straight through the mysterious figure, only to shockingly realize that what he had severely injured was no more than a physical projection!
"You!" Count Sayzer, now officially on edge, threw his fists out behind him.
