An assassin emerged from the shadows, his Chaotic Dancing Blade slicing through viscera as screams of agony turned into cries of shock. The young were trembling under the cruelty of the Murderous Ghost. Tiffany's guess was not wrong; the assassin squad had planned to revel tonight, each assassin targeting their prey. But tonight, a Nightmare disturbance occurred; united by their hatred for the Evil God, the Elven Faction's intentions aligned, turning the assassination squad into Protectors of Novices.
"In the name of the Queen, I will escort you to the nearest town, using the portal there to transport you to a safe location," he said, removing his black, slime-coated hood and changing into a pristine coat, saint-like. His expression was somber as he wiped his dagger on the robes of a young person. The crowded monsters hardly gave him any time to rest; he charged alone into the horde, once again causing a bloodbath. "Follow me, I'll carve a path of blood."
