The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

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From the message Robin received on the Dark Web, a chilling sense of certainty gripped him. The factions of the World of Darkness were stirring, their movements subtle but unmistakable, lurking in the shadows like predators on the hunt.

He had made his intentions clear to the world before i struck–bait, meant to draw them out. He wanted them to show themselves, to reveal their true faces.

At the same time, it was a warning–a sharp reminder to those killers still lurking in the darkness that they could no longer hide. One by one, they would be forced into the open.

Fear, he knew, would be the key. Only a shock of such magnitude could instill the terror he sought.

Once they feared him, they would unite. The factions would form an alliance, their combined strength. focused on Divine Drakebane.

Robin would not have to hunt them down, one by one.

The plan was unfolding perfectly. His bold move toward Borealis had sent ripples through the dark waters, a ripple that would spread far and wide.

Combined with the bloody purges in Sakurania and Elaria, it was enough to rattle even the most resolute.

The forces of darkness would converge in Snow Valley, all of them aiming for the same target: Divine

Drakebane.

This was the chaos Robin had sought to sow.

The path of vengeance had been laid. Now, there would be no escape for any of them.

The Dark Web had confirmed his suspicions. Factions were already gathering in Snow Valley, each more dangerous than the last.

Robin understood the risks. Such a brazen display of power would undoubtedly stir unease among the elites.

Those who wore the mantle of justice–who claimed to safeguard humanity–would now see Divine Drakebane as a threat to their meticulously crafted order.

They might turn a blind eye, allowing the World of Darkness to deal with him in their own way, waiting for an opportunity to reap the rewards once the deed was done.

But if they saw that Divine Drakebane was too powerful to ignore, if the super martial art masters of the World of Darkness failed to make an impact, they would not hesitate to intervene.

They would offer their own strength to the dark forces, tipping the scales further against Robin.

If that came to pass, Robin knew the world’s mightiest would turn their attention on him.

He had no guarantee of making it out alive or unscathed.

Even outnumbered, his resolve would never falter. Vengeance had a grip on him that no force could shake.

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gathered their things and left the hotel, their footsteps echoing

Rita had already

flight to Landorne, a man sitting across the aisle from them, clearly intrigued by Shirley’s beauty, leaned in with

he said,

Mind if we chat for

to

hesitated, his eyes flickering over Robin with a brief calculating glance before continuing.. “Excuse me, miss,” he said, his voice laced with

just a bit, his smile stretching too wide. “I’m a member of the Hendelich family–one

impress, he added, “My cousin, General Simmond of Mecria, is well–known.

practiced. “Are you headed to Landorne, in Hawklore? If you are, I’d be happy to show you around. Be your guide,

brow furrowed slightly, her voice clipped,

dismissal hanging in

”

understand. Why don’t we chat for a

in his tone that cut through the air like a blade. “Shut up,” he snapped,

he muttered, visibly bristling, but before he could say more, two hulking figures flanking him

air thickened with the tension as they spoke in cold, commanding

miss. These two are

a sneer. “Apologize to your-” He cut himself off with a growl, his temper snapping.

his words, the

moved in, attempting to block Robin’s way, but before they could react, a sharp crack echoed through the

motion.

against Robin’s shoulder, let out a quiet amused laugh. “Someone’s

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flicked her forehead lightly with a grin. “That bastard had

around them feel brighter. Her laughter filled the space between them, and for a moment, nothing else

stared at her, his eyes wide. He had never seen a woman so striking,

hers threatened to drive him to

dangerous, a threat laced in every syllable. “Disturb my

froze. His breath hitched in his throat. He

seemed so refined, so composed,

formidable men in their own right, had been sent flying with a single blow. The balance of power shifted dramatically in the space of

recover, a flight attendant and a security officer

clear before they boarded. The

and no one, under any circumstances, was to disturb

calm and respectful. He bowed slightly. “May we be

of warmth eyes narrowing on Mario. “Keep your focus on them. Make

replied, his tone even and composed, but carrying a firm

he spoke with polite precision, “Sir, please remain silent. The plane is about to take off. Fasten your seatbelt and