Exodus

At a meeting around a large table, a tense atmosphere brewed at the recent set of events.

"So not even a pairing system can make the Voidreaper even hesitate." One woman heaved a sigh. "We need to increase the number of people huddling up. The more people stick together, the harder it becomes to assassinate."

This time, the Martial Senior assassins didn't find it nearly as easy to clap back. The actions of the Voidreaper had shocked them all. They didn't expect that he would blatantly jump into actual combat.

Not only did he do that, but he also crushed one of them with an incredible dominance that was deeply intimidating. Yet when they thought about having to bunch up together like pathetic weaklings, more than they already had, a deep sense of unwillingness rose in them.

Was there truly no other way to avoid becoming a victim of the Voidreaper?

Actually, there was.