The slow movement, the pain, the concentration on the tentacle, and the fear of the Assassin made Ren distract too much, and his foot hit a loose stone.
The sound, barely louder than a whisper, seemed to resound like thunder in the tunnel's silence. The Deep Assassin turned instantly, its matte black body moving with unnatural fluidity.
With no time to think, Ren threw the tentacle.
The improvised projectile flew straight toward one of the Assassin's legs, beginning to absorb mana at the moment of impact.
The beast recoiled, more from surprise than damage.
Its senses, adapted to darkness and vibrations, hadn't expected an aerial attack. The sensation of its energy being drained at a specific point made it focus on that area.
Ren didn't waste a second.
His hands were already knotting the thread while the Assassin was distracted. A quick jump and his body hung far from the ground.
