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Ethan perched atop a sturdy tree branch, his gaze fixed on the carnage below. The bodies of the assassins lay sprawled on the forest floor, lifeless and still. He took a deep breath, his mind racing with thoughts of what he had just learned.
"Vil Evernight," he muttered to himself, the name echoing in his mind. She had put a price on his head and now Ethan was sure there were many more like these assassins, all eager to claim the reward.
He didn't think that Vil will really make an effort of paying people to kill him. He thought that he is not important enough for her. Turns out, he is wrong.
He needed to ascend faster, to stay ahead of Vil and her hunters.
His eyes narrowed as he considered the situation. How had Vil contacted these assassins on the Fourth Floor before? The logistics of it troubled him. It meant she had resources and influence that extended further than he had anticipated. He couldn't afford to underestimate her or her network.