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It shakes the air, rattles the bones, silences everything else for one terrible, suspended moment. Every head turns. Every movement falters. Because that sound... That sound is primal. Possession. Pain. Fury. All of it fused into something monstrous. His sword moves. Not toward Saphra. Towards the assassins. He spins with terrifying speed, the blade flashing as it cuts through the space where one of them stands. The assassin barely has time to react. Steel meets flesh. Blood sprays. Chaos erupts. Everything collapses at once. The realisation hits harder than I expect.

With a discordant scream of rending metal, my mana sword sliced through his steel blade, cleaving it in two. The assassin staggered back, his eyes wide with disbelief above the mask, staring at the useless hilt. That single moment of shock was the only opening I needed. I thrust my arm forward. The blade of light shot from my grasp, piercing clean through his chest. He crumpled to his knees, a horrible gurgling sound escaping his lips before he collapsed face-first onto the stone floor. Silent. Still.

the assassin sneered in a raspy and distorted voice. The assassin raised a jagged steel blade high into the air and prepared to drive it down into Conrad's neck. "Hey! Stop right there before I scream for the King!" I shouted from the bushes and reached for a broken iron trellis spike lying in the dirt next to me.

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

It was Connor. "Who are you?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing. She stood up, her gaze steady. "Evelyn Baker." She said out loud and proud. "What?" Connor exclaimed. He knew nothing of the organisation or it's runnings but he did know of the news that Evelyn baker, the evil assailant had finally been killed and everyone was finally at rest. And now this woman was Evelyn baker? He immediately sneakily brought out his recording pen and tapped on the cap, recording what she said. "Evelyn Baker? The assassin that's dead?"

“Listen, Hunter, you can’t let guys like Phantom get a rise out of you. It’s not just stupid, but unprofessional.” Hunter’s mouth flattens into a tight line. “I know, man, I know. I’m just so sick of smug assholes like him talking down to me. Just because I’m not a fucking Assassin, it doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t stand with you.” Priest rests his hand on Hunter’s shoulder. “I know, and I would never ask you to be anything but what you are. You’re an amazing tech, and without you, most of us would probably be dead. So, don’t sell yourself short. Being an Assassin is not for everyone. We’ve all given up our souls in exchange for doing what we do. And let me tell you, it’s a hard road to trave

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

I took the blade from him and buried the silver blade in his stomach, but then I felt the other assassins surrounding me. I knew what came next; I had played this game before, but this time I was the prey, not the predator, and I knew how the story usually ends for the prey, even if one is as dangerous as I am. Another tried to grab me. I quickly ripped one of his hands off me and swiftly somersaulted to the far end, another charged at me and then ripped off the head of the next assassin who charged at me, watching his lifeless body fall to the ground. I was surrounded, but I was not going to beg like a rat; instead, I would die like a soldier, taking as many as I can to the after life.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

I tapped his shoulder. He hesitated. “I just want to go play with something.” I said. He set me down and I limped over to the wall of knives and picked up a multicolored butterfly knife. I flipped it around, opening and closing it between my hands. “I need a new one of these. My old one is loose.” I flipped it closed and looked at Malachi, he was just staring at me in amazement. “What?” “I just forgot that you are a trained assassin. That’s all.”