It was a wordless oath sealed with blood and shadow, an unbreakable covenant that tethered him to the organization. It wasn't just duty—it was dominion. They could find him anywhere, no matter how far he ran or how deep he buried himself. The oath's unseen tendrils coiled around his mind, ensuring absolute servitude.
Somewhere, deep in the recesses of the organization, the other top assassins waited in the shadows. They were legends and nightmares, each a force of death honed to perfection.
—each a master of death, bound to the organization's will like Reshu, yet each harboring secrets and ambitions of their own.
The boss's voice echoed in his mind, a reminder of the ever-present chain that bound him. "Rest. You'll have your next orders soon."
But rest eluded him. As Reshu gazed into the endless dark of the night, his mind churned with unanswerable questions. Was there a way to sever the chain? To unmake the vow? The thought lingered, fragile and fleeting, like the light of a distant star.
And somewhere, far beyond the reach of the organization, a ripple stirred in the abyss—something that would challenge not just Reshu's loyalty, but the very fabric of the oath that bound him.
The night swallowed him whole as he stepped into the shadows, his figure disappearing into the cold embrace of darkness. This was the life of a weapon forged by blood and fire, but even the sharpest blade begins to question the hand that wields it.
This was not the end. It was only the prelude to something far more dangerous.
The night swallowed him whole, yet the weight of the pendant in his hand anchored him. Its strange symbol, her trembling words-
—"This is yours".
echoed louder than the oath binding him. A weapon forged by fire and blood should not feel, yet the crescent moon whispered truths he couldn't ignore.
He had killed kings, toppled armies, and yet, this small object—and the girl who gave it—stirred something unfamiliar.
What is it to belong? he thought. What does it mean to have a past, when I am nothing but the blade they forged me into?
He closed his fist around the pendant, his jaw tightening. Emotions were distractions, tools to be wielded against others—not something he could afford to feel.