However, this time, he was the only one who managed to escape from the Priest Temple, the remaining three all became a pile of dead ashes on the scene.
But he was also on the verge of death…
In the silence of the night, the crisp sound of a bell rang out.
The young assassin opened his eyes to see a girl slowly walking out from the Eternal Night Avenue.
The girl was still very young, less than sixteen, her frame yet to fully develop, making her appear slender.
She wore an ill-fitted dress that left her bare shoulders half exposed. Over her shoulder draped a black cape with a red underlay, the hem swaying languidly, trailing behind her, reminiscent of a blooming mandrake. Her jade-like bare feet stepped over the crimson carpet, leaving traces of gold dust, making her look as if she were a carefully decorated sculpture.
On her fair and delicate ankle, she wore a golden anklet that chimed with every step she took.
The sound was frivolous and alluring in the quiet streets.
