The Four Great Assassination Sects

"Hand over the Emperor of Death."

In the skies, four distinct groups soared and landed on different cliffs. Their members were all donned in black robes, each group bearing a unique insignia that represented who they belonged to.

"What if I said… no?"

In the northern direction, standing at the forefront of the group, was Young Master Deathseeker. He had his hands behind his back, appearing nonchalant.

Behind him stood a group of five people, their emblem carrying a striking purple teardrop that descends from an intricately detailed eye. The teardrop glistened ever so lightly, giving off a vibrant contrast to the darkness of their robes as well as a sense of sorrow, its gaze both sorrowful and vigilant.

"Younglings should shut up."