Let them come

As Xander stepped outside the safehouse, he was immediately met with a heavy downpour, raindrops pelting against the ground, creating a rhythmic symphony of nature. The streets of the nearby city were quickly deserted, the inhabitants seeking shelter from the rain, leaving the area desolate and eerily quiet.

In the midst of the rain, Xander's keen senses detected movement – figures darting with unnatural speed, shadows blending with the storm. He snickered to himself, a cold amusement in his voice. "Lambs coming for the slaughter," he muttered under his breath.

His vision shifted, the world turning to a stark contrast of black and white. To his eyes, now enhanced by his blood mage abilities, the heartbeats of the assassins appeared as pulsating red dots, betraying their positions in the gloom. It was a predator's sight, seeing the life force of his prey.

The assassins, skilled and silent, took positions around the safehouse, scattering to attack from all directions. They moved with co
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