The Mastermind's skeletal hand slammed down on the obsidian table, the impact echoing through the crypt-like sanctum.
"Eliminate her!" he roared, his voice a guttural rasp that sent shivers down the spines of the shadowy figures lining the walls.
Instantly, the room swarmed with assassins. Hundreds of them, clad in dark leathers and wielding an arsenal of deadly blades materialized from the shadows, their movements a silent symphony of lethality. But to Sera, the Queen of Assassins, they were little more than gnats buzzing around a flame.
A flicker of amusement crossed her brown eyes, hidden behind the darkness of her helm. These were the elite of the Shadow Net, assassins honed for years in the art of taking lives. Yet, in the face of Sera's true power, they were nothing but insects.
