Chapter 226: What… what was that?

Chapter 226: What… what was that?

No.

No.

No.

This couldn’t be happening.

It couldn’t.

Before she could process her grief, a shift in the air sent a violent shiver up her spine.

The assassins had recovered from their momentary hesitation.

And now, they moved.

This time, there was no mistake.

No distractions.

They were going to finish what they started.

The killing intent that filled the hall was suffocating.

Nnenna barely had time to react before A new presence arrived.

It was so sudden.

So silent.

So unnatural.

Yet the assassins, deadly, unshakable monsters, felt it immediately.

Their bodies tensed.

Their movements halted.

And then, they turned.

The moment their eyes locked onto the newcomer, their battle instincts screamed.

Something was very, very wrong.

The footsteps of the intruder were so light, so calculated, that they made almost no sound, as if the person’s feet weren’t even touching the ground.

And then, the figure emerged.

A shadow among shadows.

Clad entirely in black, a sleek scorpion emblem marked the stranger’s chest.

But there were no words.

No introduction.

No indication of whether they were man or woman.

Just, silence.

so chilling, it was more terrifying than the assassins

comprehend what was

air grew thick with tension as the

masters of death, warriors who had never

in the way their

They were afraid.

black didn’t move

No battle stance.

No indication of preparation.

Just stillness.

on their years of

they rushed in from all

movements were flawless, a

were

enemy was too

to process what was happening before a fist slammed into his

half, a deep, sickening crack echoing through the air as he was sent flying across the hall, slamming into a pillar with enough force to shatter the

the others could react, the figure spun, dodging a second assassin’s blade with inhuman ease, grabbing his wrist

A horrific snap followed.

his blade falling uselessly from his now

Then, a kick.

strike to his throat, and he

four hesitated for less

a second was

The figure blurred.

Vanished.

Then reappeared.

behind the

own knife, was driven into his shoulder with such precision that it pinned him to the

fifth assassins tried to

They failed.

slammed their heads together so

the only one left standing,

body trembled, sweat

first time in his

figure took a single step

The assassin flinched.

Another step.

to his

One last step.

unconscious

Twenty minutes.

That’s all it took.

elites among

single

single wasted

Just devastation.

royal

clutch her chest, her

his sword gripped so tightly that his

unshakable, could only whisper, “What… what was that?” The commanders, men who had fought countless battles, stood with their

one was more

as she stared

something familiar about

The slim, toned build.

fluidity of

The side profile.

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