His gaze shifted back to the twins, who were still locked in combat with his subordinates. Though their movements were clumsy and inexperienced, they somehow managed to evade the assassins lethal strikes.
When they were hit, the wounds healed almost instantly, the blood sealing and repairing their injuries as if they had never been harmed.
"What the hell is happening here?" The leader whispered, his voice laced with confusion and fear. His sharp eyes caught sight of something else; golden shields, seemingly forged from the same blood as the spears, hovered around the twins. They moved with a mind of their own, intercepting the assassins' attacks with unnatural precision.
The assassins faltered, their relentless assault beginning to break under the strain. The shields blocked their blades, the spears flew with devastating accuracy, and the twins, though untrained, moved like they were protected by an unseen force.
