C403. No Contest

After quickly eliminating one of the newcomers, Rain's gaze calmly swept across the room. There was nobody here who could begin to rival her, but she found the Single Digit elite whom she had seen in Number 10's memories and knew of his scheduled arrival today. 

One of the underlings that accompanied him wore a hooded robe. The robe was black, stitched together with magic-resistant materials originating the threads from blood moths, enchanted with various magical effects. 

Rain could not see the face under the hood, but she could feel the natural essence in the air shifting in his direction. 

 A spirit. 

 Indeed, the translucent limps that extended from his robes gave him away as one of the rarest creatures in the world, spirits. Their race were solitary creatures and usually bound to their source sharing a similar existence with nymphs.