After the other two rare class assassins followed the third, Willson’s, instructions and lured Mon’Ter to him, he led the monstrous man to the hideout and was promptly knocked out after which Mon’Ter went inside. Mon’Ter had passed through many halls and rooms, finally arriving at the third large room which was the biggest of all, he had passed the previous battleground where all the fights from before had taken place and arrived here. Walking through the hall and entering inside the room filled with magical runes as well as carvings that were depicting warriors battling an eye like figure. In the center of this room was a huge fountain like altar with a pedestal on top, obviously there to serve some kind of purpose. The details of the room mattered little to the one who had entered it however, since through the thick darkness of the area he could see the visage of a chained girl at the far end of the room. She was placed near the other exit, just left there to lay with her face

Mon’Ter dragged himself across the hallways that continued past the large room he’d decimated previously. Nearly all of the assassins were now dead, the ones still alive were on the outside of the dungeon which meant only Jalid Talherd remained by himself. Mon’ter didn’t know that, yet he didn’t care in the slightest at this moment whether there were many more enemies or just one. He simply followed Elyenora’s presence and scent towards her destination in as quick of a pace as he could. “Ely... Be safe...” Mon’Ter muttered to himself, huffing as he walked. Visually he didn’t seem to have any sort of wound on his body due to the phoenix flames from earlier, however the strain his body took after using all of those abilities was evident. He himself had said it, this was not something he’d experienced before and was thus not used to it at all, his body had not accustomed to such power and wanted to make him sleep and rest. After all, with just one attack, nearly half of the undergro

“I am Vladaroth!” The voice that came from Mon’Ter’s mouth spoke with indomitable power, it gave the receiver of the words a deep impression of whom he was dealing with, yet still he found it hard to believe. Looking onto the supposed king of vampires with fear in his eyes as his face was held by Mon’Ter, blood seeping down from his cheeks due to having his face pierced by the pale hand’s fingernails, Jalid Talherd thought to himself in horror. ‘Vladaroth...? THE Vladaroth...? How can it be...? He should have died centuries ago...!’ “Now, human, may I ask thee of a simple question?” The one known as Vladaroth spoke through Mon’Ter’s mouth, a face contorted in anger showed onto his visage. “Mmgh... Mmhmm...” Muffling a nod, Jalid Talherd hoped to live through the night to see dawn once more, however in his mind there was little chance of that. “Splendid,” Vladaroth smiled, “Tell me, why have you gone and attacked me? Your gaze tells me you know exactly who I am, yet you dare

The situation went from an awkward silence to a dreadful standoff in mere moments, Shana had been taken hostage and the slumbering Elyenora as well as the man whom neither Siya nor Drull recognized were also in grave danger. “Come on! Weapons on the ground!” The assassin holding Shana by the neck barked orders, “Else you’ll see this girl bleed out before your eyes!” “Hmpf, seems like you missed the last few minutes.” Siya snorted, “Siya just told her not to put Siya and Drull in danger! Why would Siya give up hers and Drull’s life for this girl then?” “W-What?!” The assassin looked rather shocked, stepping back a little in a defensive way. “Siya, calm down.” Drull said, stepping forth, “We’ll comply with that demand.” “Eh?! Drull!” Siya yelled. “We still owe a debt to those two.” Drull answer, looking towards Elyenora and Mon’Ter as he thought to himself, ‘If I were a betting man, I’d have to guess this person helped us in some way.” Having said his piece, Drull moved his sw

“I’d like to ask you, my lady, where exactly is princess Elyenora?” The man asked, walking up to Nadia’s desk and revealing his visage clad in black garbs, there was a pair of jagged daggers at his waist and a dreadful aura surrounding him. Nadia furrowed her brows, thinking to herself, ‘An assassin...? Already?’ She’d been expecting someone like this to arrive, but not today, not so soon... … “Thank you for the tea, Nadia.” Elyenora spoke somberly, drinking from the cup which the soon to be newly appointed city lord had given her. “It’s of no problem, princess.” Nadia sat down at the table which the two women were using, “But pray do tell, why the sudden visit?” She asked. This was the discussion of the night before the princess’ departure for Nepel, when she visited Nadia and asked for a private discussion. “Hmm...” Elyenora mused at the question, wondering how to start this talk of hers, “I’m worried.” “Worried? About what exactly?” Nadia asked, feeling a little concerned