Chapter one hundred and twenty one

Despite their best efforts, they were quickly overpowered, and the artifact was taken from them. As they lay on the ground, defeated and helpless, Rhys gazed at them with a cold, calculating gaze. “You should have just handed over the artifact,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Now, you’re going to have to pay the price for your foolishness.”

With a nod, his assassins moved forward, their weapons raised. The group of assassins knew that they were going to die, and that there was nothing they could do to stop it, Just as all hope seemed lost, a figure appeared out of the shadows, a figure dressed in black clothing, with a mask covering their face.

“Wait,” the figure said, their voice low and mysterious. “Don’t kill them yet. I have a proposition for you.”

Rhys turned to face the intruder, his eyes narrowing. “Who are you?” he demanded. “And what do you want?”

The figure stepped forward, their eyes fixed on Rhys. “My name is not important,” they said. “But what I want is the