Reborn as Demon Sorcerer

RADS 105. Phantom Woman

The phantom figure continued to dart in and out of the shadows, Sam's heart raced with adrenaline. Each attack was swift and precise, testing his reflexes and instincts to their limits. He couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was deliberate, unlike the indifferent figures that roamed Aetherion's streets. With every dodge and countermove, Sam sensed a malevolent intelligence guiding his assailant.

In the dimly lit streets of Aetherion, Lyra's worry deepened into a palpable fear. Peering through the window, she strained to catch any sign of Sam's return. The silence weighed heavily upon her, broken only by the distant echoes of the night. Her fingers clutched the windowsill, her mind consumed by thoughts of what might be happening to Sam out in the darkness.

"Sam..." Lyra's voice trembled, barely audible in the stillness. She yearned for his safe return, her anxiety manifesting in the tightening of her grip on the wooden frame. Her gaze remained fixed on the shadowed streets,