As Jayden relentlessly pummeled the leader of the assassins with his lightning-infused fists, a smile crept onto the man's face. Swiftly evading Jayden's punch, he leaped off the ground and lashed out with his leg, wielding it like a whip.
With a resounding impact, the man's leg connected with Jayden's unguarded arm, propelling him through the grass for several dozen meters.
"Incredible, I must admit, Reinhart," the man muttered, his mask crumbling to reveal the visage of a middle-aged individual. He discarded his black cloak, revealing only a long-sleeved shirt adorned with two black bracers on his forearms. "You see, Reinhart, we of Caishen are all blessed by a single God, the very essence of our neutral organization," he explained, dropping to his knees and gazing skyward. "I, Reiss, am but a tool of your greatness."
As he spoke, a foreboding black light emanated from his body, and dark marks began to surface on his skin.
