The moon hung high over the kingdom, casting an eerie silver glow across the palace grounds. The wind whispered through the towering spires, rustling banners and carrying the hushed voices of those who lurked in the shadows.
Perched atop the highest rooftop, a dozen cloaked figures crouched, their silhouettes blending seamlessly into the darkness. They were elite killers, trained in the deadliest arts, feared across the land. And tonight?
Their mission was simple.
Eliminate Darin, the so-called Overlord, before he became a real threat.
Their leader, a veteran assassin known only as Ravyn, adjusted his gloves and narrowed his eyes at the glowing palace windows below. His face, partially obscured by a dark hood, remained expressionless. But inside, he felt the weight of this assignment.
This wasn't just any target.
This was a man who had dueled and defeated Duke Varian.
A man whose name alone sent whispers of unease through even the most hardened warriors.
