The man had covered himself in complete black. Except for his murderous eyes nothing else was visible. Stella could feel beads of sweat forming down her hairline and cold sweat streaming down her spine.
The sword sliced through the wind when it was pulled out of its scabbard, then accompanied Eleanore's scream. Asking Stella to come towards her. When she straightened her head, she saw Eleanore rushing back to her. She knew, by the time Elle reaches here, she would already be dead.
Obeying her friend's words, Stella sprinted to her way. In seconds, Eleanore grabbed her hand and started pulling her out of the room. The head maid had already called the awakened people in the mansion by her scream.
The assassin followed them in a speed unmatchable by them. He was going to catch up with them before they could even leave the room. His sword an inch away from Stella, but before it could land on her, another word blocked.
