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The Assassin's Confession

Penulis: Morganna Vexley
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-19 23:24:43

Without waiting for another second, Malakar caught the arrow that had been aimed at Eryndra with his bare hand, the shaft trembling for just a moment before going completely still in his grip. His reflexes were impossibly fast, almost supernatural in their precision. Then, with a fluid motion that looked almost effortless, like he'd done this countless times before, he threw the arrow back toward the exact same place it had come from.

The arrow cut through the air with a whistling sound, spinning end over end as it flew back into the dense woods. It went directly toward its target and struck the arm of the person who was already preparing to shoot again. A sharp, agonized cry of pain echoed through the trees, bouncing off the trunks and creating an eerie chorus that seemed to come from everywhere at once. This was followed immediately by the sound of someone crashing through branches and underbrush, clearly trying to escape despite their injury.

Malakar moved with the speed and silenc
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    Eryndra covered her mouth with her palm to prevent herself from screaming out loud as she watched the man drop to the floor like a broken puppet whose strings had been suddenly cut. His body convulsed for several terrible, endless seconds as he struggled desperately with his life, his legs kicking weakly against the forest floor while dark crimson blood poured from the arrow wound in his throat like a gruesome fountain. The metallic smell of fresh blood mixed with the earthy scent of decomposing leaves created a nauseating combination that made her stomach churn violently. She had to fight against the overwhelming urge to vomit as she watched the life drain from his eyes, leaving them staring sightlessly up at the canopy of trees above.The silence that followed his death was somehow infinitely worse than the violence that had just occurred right in front of her. The only sounds that remained were the gentle rustling of leaves in the evening wind and Eryndra's own rapid, panicked brea

  • THE DEVIL'S JEWEL   The Assassin's Confession

    Without waiting for another second, Malakar caught the arrow that had been aimed at Eryndra with his bare hand, the shaft trembling for just a moment before going completely still in his grip. His reflexes were impossibly fast, almost supernatural in their precision. Then, with a fluid motion that looked almost effortless, like he'd done this countless times before, he threw the arrow back toward the exact same place it had come from.The arrow cut through the air with a whistling sound, spinning end over end as it flew back into the dense woods. It went directly toward its target and struck the arm of the person who was already preparing to shoot again. A sharp, agonized cry of pain echoed through the trees, bouncing off the trunks and creating an eerie chorus that seemed to come from everywhere at once. This was followed immediately by the sound of someone crashing through branches and underbrush, clearly trying to escape despite their injury.Malakar moved with the speed and silenc

  • THE DEVIL'S JEWEL   The Arrow's Flight

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  • THE DEVIL'S JEWEL   Into the Woods

    The heavy oak doors to the throne room groaned open, their sound echoing through the vast chamber. Lord Commander Theron Blackwater stepped inside, his polished boots clicking against the marble floor with military precision. His weathered face bore the stoic expression of a man who had served the crown for decades, though today there was something different in his eyes. A flicker of concern, perhaps, or maybe just the weight of unspoken knowledge."Your Majesty," he said, his voice cutting through the silence as he approached the throne. "The horse is ready."The words hung in the air like a challenge. Malakar's grip on Eryndra's wrist loosened, and she felt the blood rush back to her fingers as she stepped backward. The sudden release made her stumble slightly, but she caught herself, her training as a princess kicking in even in her confusion. She turned to look at the Lord Commander, taking in his stern features and the way his hand rested casually on the pommel of his sword.Ther

  • THE DEVIL'S JEWEL   Fire and Ice

    Eryndra stopped as she stepped closer to her. Her heart hammered against her ribs, each beat echoing like thunder in her ears. The sword felt like molten lead in her trembling hands. Seraphina's tear-streaked face looked up at her, blue eyes wide with terror, lips moving in silent prayers to gods who seemed to have abandoned this cursed throne room. Everyone was watching eagerly to see what she could do. The court members who had been dismissed lingered just beyond the doorway, craning their necks like vultures waiting for carrion. Guards stood at attention, their armor gleaming, hands resting on sword hilts. Even the servants had found excuses to hover nearby, hungry for the spectacle of royal blood. The tension stretched taut as a bowstring. Breathing seemed suspended. Time crawled. The whole throne room became quiet until Eryndra broke the silence and threw the sword on the floor. The blade clattered against m

  • THE DEVIL'S JEWEL   The Devil's Request

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