Chapter 118: Assassination
In the blink of an eye, the boy with jet-black hair stepped through the shimmering purple formation, his boots touching down on cold marble stone.
He found himself in a vast chamber; and at the chamber’s heart stood a grand bed, its ornate frame draped in silken sheets.
Upon it lay an Elf, her beauty radiating through the tension that tightened her delicate features.
The instant he materialized, the boy acted with practiced precision.
His hand darted to his pouch, retrieving a small, obsidian pill that glinted ominously in the low light.
He tossed it into his mouth, and it dissolved on his tongue in a heartbeat.
A surge of raw power erupted within him, coursing through his veins like liquid fire, unlocking a fragment of the immense strength he kept sealed away.
He had five seconds... five fleeting ticks of time to fulfill his purpose.
The Elf’s eyes had snapped open quickly the moment she sensed him, her senses razor-sharp despite the stillness that had cloaked her moments before.
She needed no incantation and no gesture as her magic was an extension of her will.
"Begone, invader!" Her voice rang out, clear and commanding, echoing through the chamber with the weight of royal authority.