The assassin leader's voice was strained but steady as he spoke, "We are bound by our contract..." Despite the conviction in his words, there was a hesitation in his tone, a subtle crack in his resolve.
Hearing this, Emery readied his stance, his claws gleaming under the faint light as he growled, "Fight to the death, then."
The assassin leader flinched but abruptly added, "Wait... There... there is a way to end the contract..."
Emery narrowed his golden eyes "How?"
The leader hesitated, glancing at his remaining comrades, before he explained. His words were cautious, each one weighed carefully as though he feared saying too much. Once Emery had the information, he paused. Though his instincts screamed at him to remain on guard, he signaled for a temporary ceasefire.
