Four curved blades slashed through the damp forest fog in unison, converging on Caleb Conway’s vital points from four blind angles.
The attackers did not speak, issue ultimatums, or demand the freshly harvested beast core hanging from Caleb’s belt. They moved with the cold, synchronized economy of seasoned slaughterhouse workers, timing their footwork to eliminate any gap for retreat. Two blades swept low to sever his hamstrings, while the other two plunged toward his collarbone and kidney, weaving a tight, lethal cage of blackened steel.
As their fifth level Qi Realm auras flared into the weapons, the ambient light around the blades warped.
The steel did not reflect the gray sky, nor did it gleam with standard elemental light. Instead, their spiritual energy circulated in a strange, co
