Christopher Borgias felt the familiar surge of magic wrap around him as the teleportation spell activated, a swirling vortex of energy pulling him and his fellow clan members toward their next mission.
He had trained for centuries in the real world, but this was the moment he had been waiting for—the chance to prove his worth inside the Ruined Magical World.
His mind wandered back to the grueling training he and his siblings had endured.
The Borgias family, notorious for their mastery in the assassin arts, had pushed them beyond their limits from a young age.
Their instructors had been ruthless, ensuring that every trainee understood that weakness had no place in the family.
Christopher could remember the cold, biting wind of the mountainous training grounds where they had been forced to scale cliffs using only their fingers and toes.
