Zealot - After Images

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the black-robed woman sprung into action with a surge of murderous intent. It was like a shadow on the ground had leapt into the air. She bounded into the wings in a single breath, and left afterimages in her wake as she darted between the pillars that encircled the stage. When she flew past gaps in the curtains, it created the illusion that she had split into dozens of people.

“Ha ha! Magnificent! I’ve never seen anyone lighter-footed than Loxley before!”

The man, eyes sparkling like a child’s, shouted a name Ayaka did not recognize and praised the black-robed woman as she flitted about glaring death at him.

“...”

As if she had taken his praise as a challenge, the woman leapt still faster, and then... suddenly vanished into thin air.

“She... disappeared...?” Ayaka murmured, dumbfounded, and looked up. Just then... the black-robed woman appeared from the blind spot of everyone there. She jumped out behind the man, not from above the stage, but out of the shadow he cast on the floor.

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Fate/Strange Fake, Volume 2, Chapter 2