After undergoing multiple evolutions, Shadow Perch had become nothing less than a top-tier assassination technique. With it, Ricky could dissolve his form into the ambient shadows—becoming a ripple in darkness, a whisper in the gloom. In this state, he was virtually undetectable; unless every shadow was completely erased, no one could drag him out.
And in a forest like this, where canopies swallowed sunlight and shadows stretched endlessly?
Catching Ricky was close to impossible.
Not just the Crimson-Eyed Princess—even Ricky's allies were taken aback by his disappearance. Darius in particular, who still quietly harbored dreams of escaping servitude, narrowed his eyes in hidden frustration.
Understanding each and every one of Ricky's abilities had become his topmost priority.
He couldn't fight what he didn't understand.
