Chapter 7 Temple Of Assassin
Somewhere on a Caribbean island, inside a secret facility of the Temple of Assassins.
Over a hundred assassins, draped in black cassocks and wearing ominous Shinigami masks, clashed in a chaotic, brutal training ground.
No abilities were allowed—only pure, honed skill.
Blades slashed, spears thrust, axes swung, and hidden weapons like needles, throwing knives, and darts flashed through the air.
When cornered, some even resorted to using smoke bombs or clever misdirection.
Despite the mayhem, every assassin radiated an aura of deadly proficiency, each movement calculated, lethal.
Some, more terrifying than the rest, fought without a single weapon—using only their fists, elbows, knees, and even foreheads as instruments of destruction.
Deeper inside the facility, in a solemn chamber, ten masked figures sat around a grand, circular table.
Five men. Five women.
Each calmly sipped their morning tea, wrapped in their own worlds of silent meditation.
It was a sacred routine. No words were exchanged.