Night had fallen over Draegorth , shrouding the city in an eerie, oppressive silence. The streets, usually bustling with the sounds of commerce and shadowy dealings, were now deserted—save for the few daring souls who had business under the cover of darkness. Noah Alcric stood on the balcony of his **Obsidian Estate**, staring out over the vast, sprawl of the city. His newly acquired strength pulsed within him, a steady hum that promised power—and with it, a new set of ambitions.
His mind, however, was not on his personal growth but on his plans to reshape Draegorth's power structure. The city was a powder keg, and Noah, with his increasing resources and influence, planned to light the fuse. He had spent months gathering information, using his potions business as a front to weave his way into the underground dealings of the **Malgrim Clan**, the Umbraen Covenant**, the **Zephyrix Syndicate, and the Infernal Cabal . But there was one thing that needed to be done first—an assassination.
Noah had been watching Zaren Malgrim, the heir to the Malgrim Clan**. The brutish warrior, with his **Berserker** class, was an obvious target. His strength was unmatched, but he lacked the subtlety to navigate the web of politics that kept Draegorth's noble houses in check. Noah planned to eliminate Zaren and frame another clan for the deed, creating chaos and giving him the opportunity to move against other influential figures in the city.
Noah's **Night Conqueror** abilities thrummed with anticipation, but he was keenly aware of the risks. He had grown stronger, but he could still be outmaneuvered. He knew that if anyone were to stand in his way, it would be the Umbraen Covenant or Zaren's personal bodyguard. To ensure success, he would need subtlety—something he could rely on his **subordinate, Kalis**, to assist with.
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Noah had gathered the necessary tools. He had poisoned Zaren's evening feast, ensuring the deadly venom would not only incapacitate the brute but also leave no trace of his involvement. His own **Blood Dominion** abilities would make it easy to manipulate the body and leave it in the exact position that would implicate **Lady Nyssara Umbraen**, head of the **Umbraen Covenant**. By the time the Council members investigated, they would be looking in the wrong direction entirely.
Kalis, now Level 21 and having evolved his Crimson Wraith class, was poised for his role. His skills had grown significantly, and now he was a master of stealth and speed. Under Noah's instruction, Kalis had honed his abilities to not just move silently, but to move unseen. His own bloodline skills had become intertwined with his class, creating a perfect blend of vampire and assassin.
The estate was eerily quiet as they slipped into the night. Kalis followed Noah's lead, his senses heightened by the dark aura that surrounded them. The two made their way through the shadows, blending with the darkness as they approached **Malgrim Manor**, the heart of Zaren's domain.
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Inside the manor, Zaren sat at the head of a grand table, feasting with his most trusted soldiers. He was oblivious to the danger that approached. Noah, with his **Blood Scent**, could smell the faint trace of venom already taking effect. Zaren's strength would protect him for a while, but Noah had ensured that the poison would work over time, making the brute sluggish and vulnerable.
Noah and Kalis moved swiftly through the manor, careful not to alert any guards. Using the **Shadowborne Regeneration** ability, Noah healed himself as he inflicted minor cuts to test his control over his new abilities. He could feel the power of the shadows around him, but he kept his focus. This was not a battle. This was precision.
They reached Zaren's private chambers, where the target slept. The **Blood Dominion** ability allowed Noah to manipulate the blood in Zaren's veins, slowly incapacitating him. With one swift motion, Noah used his **Vampiric Sight** to pinpoint the exact location of Zaren's pulse and severed it, ensuring the beast would be too weak to defend himself.
Kalis stepped forward, poised to strike. His new Crimson Wraithabilities allowed him to move with the speed and lethality of a phantom. A single blow was all it took to pierce Zaren's heart, and the massive body of the Malgrim heir collapsed with a silent thud.
Noah stood over the corpse, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. The deed was done. Zaren Malgrim, the brute who could crush entire armies with his fists, was no more.
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Noah quickly set to work. Using the **Blood Dominion** once again, he manipulated Zaren's body to place it in a position that would suggest a struggle. He smeared blood across the walls to further the illusion of a violent fight. The room was a scene of chaos—one that could easily be attributed to the deadly, shadowy assassins of the Umbraen Covenant.
As Noah turned to leave, he looked to Kalis, who had already moved into position to ensure no trace of their involvement remained.
"We'll leave Draegorth in turmoil after this," Noah said softly. "The frame is set. The Council will move against Lady Nyssara, and we'll slip further into the shadows."
Kalis gave a short nod, a silent agreement to the plan. They had done their part, but the game was far from over.
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By the time the night passed, news of Zaren Malgrim'sdeath had spread throughout Draegorth. Whispers of Lady Nyssara Umbraen's involvement began to surface, stoking the flames of conspiracy. As expected, the Malgrim Clan immediately sought retribution, and soon, the city's already fragile power balance was in jeopardy.
Noah stood at the window of the Obsidian Estate, watching as the chaos unfolded. His plan was working, but it had only just begun. With his potion business continuing to thrive, the **level 30 slaves** at his disposal, and his steadily increasing power, he was now positioned to shape Draegorth's future—however he saw fit.
The game was only beginning. The blood would flow, and Noah Alcric would be the one holding the knife.