The old Ngozi that grew up in that backwater town would never have believed that one day, she would wield such incredible power.
And it was all because of one man. The willingness to follow him led to such amazing techniques. She had well left her former pairs who were pirates in the dust.
That day, four of them had touched Eros on that ship, but only she clung to the helm of his garment.
Now, she was a master of the shadows.
The night was her Pristine dance floor and she enjoyed it wildly.
As the carriages went silently, she plucked them down.
Of course, these trackers were not fools.
But by the time the lot of them found out that their companions were missing, a good nine of them had already been sent on errands to hell's gate by her blades.
Naturally, their attention was no longer on the Carriages within the snake forest but on the Assassin plucking their lives.
A battle between Trackers and assassins was a very silent one.
