Unbridled Fury I
Two assassins moved through the crowded market streets with silent precision. Their targets were unmistakable.
Silver hair and piercing blue eyes made Lord Terrace and his son, Damon, stand out; such physical features were a rarity and easy to track.
The assassins operated with a practiced ease—one weaving through the crowd as if he were any other market-goer, his presence masked so effectively that no one paid him any attention. The other lingered in the shadows, moving with the fluid grace of a predator stalking its prey.
At that moment, Lord Terrace and Damon were concluding their business with Haelin. They had come to her to discuss a special weapon for Damon—one that could adapt and grow alongside him, a weapon worthy of an S-Rank Weapons Master.
Damon's talent granted him dominion over every type of weapon, but his current preference was for a thin, katana-like blade.