The room was still heavy with tension, but James knew they couldn't afford to lose any more time. As the others gathered around, the assassin's words echoed in his mind: Zarathros will rise, and when he does, there will be nothing left for you to save. Whoever this assassin had been working for was not only targeting him but also trying to stop them from discovering the dark truth that had been lurking beneath Lorrence's surface.
James crouched down, turning the body of the assassin to search for any identifying marks or items that could give them a clue as to who sent him. He ran his fingers along the assassin's belt and armor, finding nothing of immediate value until his fingers brushed against something cold and metallic inside a hidden pocket.
