Erok stood in front of the building and thought about how he was going to carry out his assassination. He'd gathered information earlier in the day and knew there was only a four-man team and some servants in the room.
"I should go with the bold attempt. Honestly, I'm embarrassed that I'm from the Scuffed Bones. How dare those rank 34 spoil our name! Well, maybe I should deal with that after this," Erok said out loud.
But he wasn't stupid. Anyone who would go against a team was sure to have some power. Maybe some powerful artifacts? Erok shook his head. "I have my own tools too."
From his back, he unstrapped a long wooden box. He unlocked and opened it. Inside was a sword with three blades fused together at the hilt. It resembled a trident more than a sword.
He sent his essence into the sword, and the blades glowed. The two blades beside the one in the middle shuddered and warped around it.
