Space bent faintly as Anthony materialized upon a separate floating island.
As soon as he arrived, his piercing blue eyes caught sight of a dagger slicing through the air, aimed directly at his throat without hesitation, as though already expecting him to appear there at that very moment.
'Still the same'
Anthony mused inwardly, a subtle smile flickering in his thoughts as he observed the weapon's arc.
At the final instant, he shifted a half-step backward, allowing the blade to whistle harmlessly past where his neck had been moments before.
The assailant pressed forward with another swift strike, his movements laced with exceptional finesse.
A second dagger glinted in the light as it arced toward Anthony's eyes, fast, precise, and unforgiving.
Yet Anthony remained motionless.
He made no attempt to evade, his posture calm and composed.
Just as the blade was about to pierce flesh, it halted, suspended mere inches from his face.
