Just as the dart was fired, a blur intercepted its path. August appeared from the shadows with his dagger slicing through the air and his hands outstretched.
His swing immediately deflected the dart mid-flight. The poison-coated tip spun towards the left and embedded itself harmlessly into the stone wall behind the throne.
The leader rose to his feet as his eyes narrowed. "Aleman… You're late."
"I had a detour," August replied with a calm tone. He turned toward the rival assassin, who stepped from the shadows with daggers drawn.
"So, you made it back," the rival assassin sneered. "I was wondering if you'd be too busy chasing Lucas to save your precious master."
"Sorry to disappoint," August held his daggers forward as he took a stance. "But your mission ends here."
