Jon frowned as he held the assassin by the neck.
'They actually tried to use them as hostages...' His grip tightened, his murderous intent spilling out in wisps that enveloped him like a demon.
He had been about to kill the swift one when the treasure alerted him, forcing him to abandon everything and come here. Just as he was about to snap the assassin's neck, his body stirred—his watch that had been silent for so long was blaring.
'The watch?' His eyes narrowed. The warning was clear: Do not kill him.
Instead, he released his fog to immobilize the assassin. But before the mist could take hold, something happened.
From that ethereal world, its energy interfered again. It latched onto the assassin, its presence chilling.
"AHHHHHHHH!" The assassin's scream tore through the air, not one of pain, but pure, unfiltered terror. He hadn't even reacted this way when Jon was about to snap his neck, after all he knew what was happening to him.
