As the meeting ended, the others left the tent, leaving behind only Naisha, Mother Venice, Gil, and Draven.
Naisha closed the curtain door, her sharp eyes scanning the room.
She checked the corners, listening carefully, ensuring no one else was there.
Then, she turned to the group.
"Now, let's get to the real topic."
She took a deep breath.
"Status."
A glowing interface appeared before her.
[ Naisha Sylvaine, 21, Female.
Identification: Verdant
Race: 50% Human Blood and 50% Elf
Class: Phantom Dancer Assassin, Rank B
Abilities: Blink Mastery
Skill:
Phantom Mirage A: Each blink leaves behind a fading illusion that distracts enemies.
Shadow Fade D: Hidden
Blink FrenzyD: Hidden ]
Naisha's expression was unreadable.
She turned to Draven.
"About your skill…" she muttered.
"50% Elf?" Draven muttered.
Draven's smirk twitched.
"I didn't know you were that special, babe."
Naisha ignored the comment.
