The Assassination [Final]

The corridor was dimly lit, the flickering torches casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. It was narrow, just wide enough for two men to walk side by side, with a high ceiling that amplified every sound. Kael stood at one end, his eyes fixed on the approaching guards. The narrow passage would limit their numbers, forcing them to come at him in small groups. It was the perfect battleground.

The first group of five guards rounded the corner, their swords drawn and faces set in grim determination. Kael's smile widened. He reached into his cloak and drew a handful of small, sharp throwing knives, imbued with the power of his shadow spirit. With a flick of his wrist, he sent them flying down the corridor.

WOOSH

They whistled through the air, striking the lead guard in the throat and two others in the chest. The remaining two stumbled over their fallen comrades, giving Kael the opening he needed.

He surged forward, moving with the speed and grace of a predator. His blade flashed in the dim light, cutting through flesh and bone with ease. The two guards barely had time to react before they were lying on the floor, lifeless.

"AHHH"

More guards poured into the corridor, their faces a mix of anger and fear. Kael didn't give them a chance to regroup. He moved through them like a whirlwind, his blade a blur of lethal precision. He used the narrow space to his advantage, funneling the guards into single combat where their numbers meant nothing. He was a master of the King's techniques, his movements fluid and unpredictable.

One guard lunged at him, his sword aimed at Kael's heart. Kael sidestepped, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting it, forcing him to drop his weapon. He drove his knee into the guard's stomach, doubling him over, then finished him with a swift slash to the throat. Blood sprayed across the stone walls, adding to the growing pool on the floor.

Another guard tried to attack from behind, but Kael sensed him coming. He spun around, his blade catching the guard's sword in mid-swing. He twisted his wrist, disarming the man, then kicked him in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall. Kael followed up with a quick thrust, ending the man's life.

The corridor was now littered with bodies, but more guards kept coming. Kael's heart raced with excitement. This was what he lived for—the thrill of battle, the dance of death. He could feel the power of his shadow spirit coursing through him, enhancing his speed and reflexes.

The next wave of guards tried a different tactic, spreading out to attack from both sides of the corridor. Kael anticipated their move. He leaped onto the wall, running along it for a few steps before launching himself at the nearest guard. His blade cut through the man's armor like butter, and he fell with a gurgling cry.

Kael landed in a crouch, spinning around to face the remaining guards. He threw another handful of knives, each one finding its mark with deadly accuracy. The guards fell one by one, unable to match Kael's speed and skill.

As the last of the guards in the immediate vicinity fell, Kael took a moment to catch his breath. His body was covered in blood, but none of it was his own. He could hear more guards approaching, their heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor. He sheathed his sword and drew his twin daggers, their blades glinting in the torchlight.

The next group of guards approached more cautiously, wary after seeing the fate of their comrades. Kael decided to change tactics. He activated his shadow spirit, his body shimmering as he split into two identical clones. The guards hesitated, unsure which one to attack. Kael's clone darted forward, engaging the guards head-on, while the real Kael slipped into the shadows, moving behind them.

The clone fought with reckless abandon, drawing the guards' attention. Kael moved silently, his daggers flashing as he took down the guards from behind. He relished the confusion and fear in their eyes as they realized they were outmatched. The clone dissipated into shadows, and Kael stepped forward, his daggers dripping with blood.

The remaining guards tried to retreat, but Kael was relentless. He chased them down, his movements a blur.

One guard, braver than the others, managed to land a glancing blow on Kael's arm.

BAM

Kael barely felt the pain, his focus entirely on the fight. He spun around, his dagger plunging into the guard's chest.

SLASH

The man gasped, blood bubbling from his lips as he fell to the floor.

HAH HAH

Kael stood amidst the carnage, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

"I need more. I NEED MORE!" Kael shouted.

He heard the final group of guards approaching, their footsteps heavy with dread. He sheathed his daggers and drew his sword, ready for the final confrontation.

The last group of guards rounded the corner, their faces pale with fear. They had seen the bodies of their comrades, and they knew they were facing a monster. Kael's smile was cold and merciless. He advanced on them, his sword raised.

The first guard swung his sword wildly, but Kael easily parried the blow. He stepped inside the man's guard, driving his sword through his heart. The guard fell with a gurgling cry, his lifeblood spilling onto the floor.

The remaining guards tried to surround him, but Kael was too fast. He spun around, his sword cutting through flesh and bone.

One guard tried to attack from behind, but Kael sensed him coming. He spun around, his sword catching the man's blade in mid-swing. He twisted his wrist, disarming the man, then kicked him in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall. Kael followed up with a quick thrust, ending the man's life.

The last guard stood frozen, his sword trembling in his hands. Kael advanced on him, his eyes cold and merciless. The guard dropped his sword and fell to his knees, begging for mercy. Kael didn't hesitate. He drove his sword through the man's heart, ending his life.

"RIP. Rest In Pieces." Kael spoke while looking at the bodies.

The corridor was now silent, save for the crackling of the torches. Kael stood amidst the carnage, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He had fought and defeated more than fourty guards, his skills and determination unmatched. He sheathed his sword and turned to leave, his mission complete.

But as he reached the end of the corridor, he heard the sound of more footsteps.

"They were more?". He readied his weapons, a predatory smile curling his lips. This was what he lived for.

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DING

Quest Arrived

Quest Details: Add it to your Library

Completion: ????

Rewards: Extra chapters

Failure: Bad Luck for a week