Within the Evil Thought Space.
Silent black clouds churned.
The black substance on the ground, somewhere between solid and liquid, formed everything before them.
The shadows seemed like an inseparable part of this world.
Yi Lin had already deduced the origins of the opponent.
——"Assassin."
The shadow's face had no features.
Even its body proportions revealed an unsettling and horribly disproportionate strangeness.
Distorted, eerie, mysterious—this was the assassin.
Indeed.
This particular "Black Assassin," summoned by another Holy Grail and emerging from the Heroic Spirit Seat, was not a specific figure from a piece of history, a story, or legend.
In fact, it—it wasn't even a person.
To truly understand this, one must first grasp the essence of what "Assassin" truly means.
A proper assassin leaves their victims confused, dazed, and inexplicably fading into death.
