The Last Blood Mage

Darius, The Assassin

In the heart of Emberlyn, nestled among ordinary buildings, was the Assassin's Guild, a place shrouded in secrecy and whispers. To the untrained eye, the building appeared as a mundane blacksmith's shop, but behind its walls lay the hidden world of Emberlyn's most feared assassins. A secret entrance, cleverly disguised as a forge, led to the guild's inner sanctum.

The guild hall was a stark contrast to its plain exterior, with dark wooden panels and dim lighting that created an atmosphere of mystery and danger. Weapons of all kinds adorned the walls, and the air was thick with the scent of oil and steel.

At the center of this hidden world sat the Guild Leader, a formidable figure known for his cunning and ruthless efficiency. His cold, calculating eyes surveyed the room, missing nothing. He was flanked by his most trusted assassins, their faces shrouded in shadow.

A young assassin, with fiery red hair and piercing blue eyes, stood before the Guild Leader. His name was Darius, one of t