Finally Eve spoke again, her voice lower and tighter, with a sign of true fear.
"But it's Heka. Someone who ranked tree-class in her first screening as if it was nothing. An assassination might be just suicide with a fancy name, a death wish wrapped in revenge. She'll kill and slaughter us without breaking a sweat."
"Indeed. She truly wasn't using magic to block your attacks, not a single spell or barrier," Janin explained further, his voice low and measured as he stood near the small wooden table in the inn room, his fingers resting lightly on the worn surface. "Her body just didn't seem to be able to take damage. She's nearly invulnerable, almost impervious to harm. And who knows what other secret she might have, or what hidden abilities or powers she keeps concealed. We might find out when we try to assassinate her, but it would be the last time we find anything again... the final discovery of our lives."
Octavius's head snapped up, his neck straining with the sudden motion.
