A pawn of the Mimicking Bird? As Mischael initially dodged the incoming dagger—a change from before, the assassin had imbued the dagger with Chaotic Power when he shifted into his ashen form.
The next second, as he dived into the fragmented shadows created by the treetops below his feet and entered the subspace, Mischael felt at least four pairs of eyes on him. The World Tree's network divided subspace into deeper and shallower layers. Mischael moved two steps and then plunged into the lake-like subspace pathways.
Bursting out of the ground, Mischael blocked the attacking dagger with his arm and at the same time, heard the whooshing sound coming from behind. Without a desire to engage in combat, Mischael used his ability once more—not to enter subspace again, as the recent attack had drawn dangerous attention to his appearance. Entering that damned realm again so soon would be a highly perilous act.
