Chapter 2: The Silver-Eyed Betrayer
Varian's words hung in the air like a blade suspended above her throat.
"They're coming for you."
Lirien's pulse pounded. She hadn't even questioned how he'd gotten into the manor unnoticed. His presence alone was a warning—Varian did not show himself unless the situation was dire.
A shadow flickered past the window.
Too late.
Glass shattered as the first assassin struck.
Varian moved like a phantom, his sword flashing in the candlelight. The assassin barely had time to react before steel bit into his ribs. Blood sprayed the wooden floor, and the figure crumpled.
"Lirien, move!" Varian barked.
She didn't hesitate. Throwing open a hidden passage in the wall—one she had used since childhood—she followed him into the dark.
Behind them, more figures poured into the room, their movements silent as death.
The Veil of Ash had found her.
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**The Flight from Vaelith**
They emerged into the alleyways, their breath misting in the frigid air. The streets were eerily quiet, the city unaware that the balance of power was shifting in the shadows.
"We need to get to the western gate," Varian said, scanning the rooftops. "Before they cut off our escape."
Lirien swallowed her fear. "How do you know they're after me?"
His silver eyes flickered. "Because I was supposed to bring you to them."
A chill ran through her veins.
Betrayal.