Epsilon - Ranged Sword Strikes

I leave my katana undrawn, waiting for the moment to come.

Then it happens. As soon as the masked man tries to swing his blade, his head goes flying through the air.

I watch in silence as I wait for the woman behind his corpse to approach me.

“It’s been some time, my lord.”

The woman kneeling before me is Epsilon, the fifth member of the Seven Shadows.

She uncovers her face from behind her bodysuit, then looks up at me. She’s an elf with hair the color of a clear lake, and her eyes are just a smidgen darker.

Beauty comes in many varieties, and hers is decidedly flashy. Her looks are accentuated by sharp facial features, and her figure is exaggerated, too. Her body sways with each step she takes. It’s enough to catch the eye of anyone, man or woman, whether they’re interested in her or not. I know her secret, though.

“A clean slash. Nice work.”

“I’m honored.” Epsilon’s cheeks flush a little when she smiles. Her crisp tone might come across as haughty to some, but I don’t think it sounds bad. It reminds me of a piano.

Of all the members of the Seven Shadows, she’s the best at controlling her magic with precision. Magic can be super-hard to manipulate when it leaves your body, but she has no problems striking from a distance.

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Volume 2, Prologue