A distance of a hand’s breadth. Roughly around 10 centimeters, just a small gap between them.

“Sh-shit…”

The color of the man’s face turns cold. His feet, which were casually resting behind him, suddenly slip, causing him to fall to the floor.

Crash.

The simple sound echoes in Keyal’s ears. The man reaches out to resist, but he’s chosen the wrong target.

No matter what he tries—whether reaching out, swinging a blade, or anything else—it looks nearly impossible for the man to block the attack.

Keyal’s lips curl into a thin smirk.

With a cruel look in his eyes, he …