Hannah vs The mysterious Assasin

“How’s this possible?” Hannah thought, coughing up blood as the blade pierced clean through her body — entering from her back and exiting her belly.

She staggered, her celestial frame shaken.

"From his kantar presence, I know he’s just human. And that sword—it’s just a regular English blade, only infused with his kantar. So how... how can it wound a celestial like me this badly?"

Her glowing purple eyes narrowed. A violet mist — her kantar — surged from her body, wrapping around the sword. The moment it made contact, the blade disintegrated into nothingness.

The assassin didn’t wait. He leaped backward, eyes sharp, whispering to himself,

"So the rumors were true… her kantar alone can destroy anything."

Channeling his energy, he cloaked himself in a yellow aura. With a sudden burst of speed, he rocketed forward and delivered a devastating kick to the back of Hannah’s neck. The crack of bone echoed through the forest as her body collapsed.

Still, the assassin didn’t let his guard down.

And he was right not to.

With a sickening sound, Hannah’s neck twisted and snapped back into place. She rose from the ground with a smirk, her voice laced with amused contempt.

“You’re good… for a human. I guess it’s time I stop toying with you.”

Her kantar exploded around her in a violent storm of purple energy. In a blink, she was gone — then suddenly right in front of him, slamming his head into the ground so hard it carved a crater beneath them.

She stepped back from the dust cloud and shouted,

“Get up. I’m not done yet.”

From within the crater, the assassin rose. He yanked off his cloak and tossed it aside, revealing a tall, muscular, light-skinned man in a sleeveless black shirt and gray joggers. Long dark locks fell over his shoulders.

“That cloak was just weighing me down,” he muttered. “I got cocky… forgot I was fighting a celestial. This isn’t going to be easy.”

Yellow kantar surged around him as he vanished and reappeared behind Hannah. His palm pressed to her back.

“It’s over,” he said calmly.

Hannah narrowed her eyes.

“How exactly?”

As if in answer, the sword she had destroyed moments ago reformed — not beside her, not behind her, but inside her. Its edge burst outward through her chest, drawing a scream from her lips as blood spilled from her mouth.

The assassin wrenched the blade free and leaped back.

Hannah dropped to her knees, gasping.

"That sword… it reformed through my body. Which means… it’s no ordinary weapon."

Her wound healed instantly, her celestial body knitting itself together, but the expression on her face had changed. Now, she was furious.

"I was a fool to think it was a normal blade. A sword that can wound a celestial… it must’ve been crafted from a kaiju. That would explain the lack of foreign kantar — nature kantar can be masked beneath stronger types. And if he recreated it… then he has a blood contract with it."

She summoned her weapon — a massive curved blade radiating raw destructive energy. As she closed the distance, she slashed downward with the force of an execution.

The assassin raised his arm, kantar flaring, and caught the blade mid-swing.

Big mistake.

The purple energy surged into his arm, disintegrating flesh and bone.

Still, he smirked.

“So that’s the Blade of Destruction. As devastating as they say… but you’re not the only one with tricks.”

Yellow kantar bloomed at his shoulder. In seconds, it formed a glowing construct — and then reshaped into a fully formed arm.

Hannah raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Creation, huh? That’s your kantar technique? A weaker version of what Akwan can do.”

The assassin nodded.

“You’re not wrong. I can create anything, from anything. Even from thin air. But the larger the creation, the more it drains me. That sword you saw… it’s kaiju-forged. I crafted it just in case I had to kill someone with a higher kantar type—like demonic or celestial.”

He charged at her, but Hannah was already smiling.

“You talk too much for an assassin. You shouldn’t have told me how your power works. Now I know… you’re too dangerous to keep alive.”

She raised her hand.

In an instant, her purple kantar erupted, engulfing the forest like a dome. It spread over the trees, the sky, the ground… and over him.

The assassin didn’t even have time to scream.

When the light faded, he was gone. Not dead. Erased.

From the shadows, Hanz stumbled into view, eyes wide with fear.

“You… you killed him.”

Hannah turned, her gaze cold and piercing.

“This world is cruel. It’s all give and take. I took his life… to prolong yours. You should be thanking me.”

Hanz trembled. Those words… were almost exactly what the demon inside him had said earlier.

His voice shook.

“What about me, then? What are you going to take from me?”

Hannah knelt beside him, her touch unexpectedly gentle as she placed a hand on his cheek.

“Nothing. At least, nothing you don’t want to give. Your time. Your dedication. In return, I’ll teach you what you need to fight the demon within.”

Hanz stared into her eyes, his fear slowly melting away.

“You scared me,” he admitted with a small smile. “You sounded just like it did earlier today.”

Hannah chuckled.

“Not everything a demon says is a lie… just a twisted version of the truth.”

She stood up, turning toward the horizon with a smile.

“Well then, we don’t have all day. It’s time for training.”

Hanz took a deep breath and stepped forward — the first step on his path to mastering the darkness inside him.