Korestin lay on the cold stone floor, his body covered in dust, blood, and sweat. Around him stretched the ruins of an ancient dungeon that had just collapsed. The air was thick with dust, and the sound of crashing walls still echoed in his ears. Every breath burned his lungs, but he knew he couldn't give up. Not now. Not after what had happened.
He remembered the moment a few hours ago when he stood in the center of the dungeon, holding the **glass daggers** in his hands. Those strange, shimmering blades seemed alive. When he touched them, he felt something break inside him, and then it flowed in – as if his body and mind were flooded with a cold, transparent light. He knew then that these daggers were more than just weapons. They were part of something greater. Part of the **System**.
But now, lying in the ruins, he understood that the System was not a gift. It was a curse. The daggers that gave him power were also his shackles. Every murder, every drop of blood spilled by their blades, strengthened them, but also brought him closer to the edge of madness. Yet, without them, he would be dead. Without them, he would be nobody.
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### **Memories of the Past**
Korestin closed his eyes, and his mind went back to the times when he was still a child. He remembered a small village on the edge of the kingdom, where life was simple but harsh. His parents had died when he was young, leaving him alone in a world that had no mercy for the weak. He remembered the hunger, the cold, and the fear that accompanied him every night.
Then they appeared – the **Crimson Shadows**. A guild of assassins renowned for their ruthlessness and effectiveness. They took him in, raised him, and trained him to be a killer. But Korestin never felt like he belonged to them. He was a tool, not a person. A tool meant to carry out orders without questioning, without hesitation.
For years, he served the guild, completing missions that left behind only blood and ashes. But deep down, he always felt that something was wrong. That this wasn't the life he was meant to lead. That there was something more waiting for him in the darkness.
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### **Betrayal**
He remembered his last mission, which changed everything. The guild sent him to an ancient dungeon to retrieve a powerful artifact. But what he found was something entirely different. The **glass daggers**. Blades that seemed alive, which had chosen him as their owner.
As soon as he touched them, he felt power coursing through his body. But then something unexpected happened. The guild betrayed him. They left him in the collapsing dungeon, believing he would die. But Korestin survived. Thanks to the daggers. Thanks to the System.
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### **Fight for Survival**
Korestin got up on his knees, his muscles burning, but he had no choice. He had to get out. He had to survive. He knew that **Crimson Shadows** wouldn't rest until they were sure he was dead. But he wasn't going to give up either. Not now, when he had something in his hands that could change everything.
Slowly, step by step, he began to crawl towards the exit. Every movement was torture, but his mind was clear. He knew that from this moment on, his life had changed forever. He was no longer a tool in the guild's hands. He was no longer just a killer. He was **Korestin, the Glass Assassin**. And the world was about to find out.
When he finally emerged onto the surface, night had already fallen. The moon shone brightly, and its light reflected off the glass blades he held in his hands. Korestin looked at them, and they seemed to respond with a soft whisper that only he could hear. It was the voice of the System, a voice that promised him power but also reminded him of the price he would have to pay.
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### **First Steps in a New Life**
Korestin knew he couldn't return to the guild. He couldn't go back to the life he knew. He was alone. But now he had something no one else had. He had the glass daggers. And he knew he would use them to survive in this dark world.
He also knew that his path wouldn't be easy. The System demanded sacrifices, and the daggers demanded blood. But Korestin wasn't going to give up. Not now, when he had a weapon in his hands that could change everything. Not now, when he had a desire for revenge.
Korestin looked at his hands, at the blood covering them. It was the blood of his enemies, but also the blood of his past. From this moment on, he was someone else. He was no longer just a killer. He was Korestin – the Glass Assassin.
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### **Encounter with the Past**
As he walked through the forest, he suddenly heard a rustling behind him. He turned quickly, the glass daggers ready to strike. From the shadows emerged a man he knew from the guild – **Darian**, one of the oldest and most trusted members of Crimson Shadows.
"I thought they killed you," Darian said, his voice cold and emotionless.
"So did I," Korestin replied, not taking his eyes off him.
"The daggers...," Darian looked at the weapons in Korestin's hands. "We knew something like this existed, but we never thought you'd be the one to find them."
"What do you want?" Korestin asked, ready to fight.
"We don't have to fight," Darian said, raising his hands. "The guild betrayed you, that's true. But I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to warn you."
"Warn me?" Korestin furrowed his brow.
"The System that chose you isn't what it seems," Darian said. "It's not just a source of power. It's a trap. And if you're not careful, it will consume you completely."
Korestin was silent for a moment, weighing Darian's words. He knew that this man never acted without a motive. But at the same time, he felt that there was a grain of truth in his words.
"Why are you telling me this?" Korestin finally asked.
"Because I don't want you to end up like the others," Darian replied. "I don't want you to become another victim of the System."
Korestin looked at the daggers in his hands. Were they really a curse? Or maybe a key to something greater? He didn't know. But he knew one thing – he couldn't turn back now.
"Thank you for the warning," Korestin said finally. "But this is my path. And I'll decide how I walk it."
Darian nodded, and then disappeared into the shadows, leaving Korestin alone with his thoughts and the glass daggers that still whispered to him in the darkness.
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### **A New Beginning**
Korestin knew that his life would never be the same. He was now alone, but he had something no one else had – the power that could change everything. But this power had its price. The System demanded sacrifices, and the daggers demanded blood.
But Korestin wasn't going to give up. Not now, when he had a weapon in his hands that could change everything. Not now, when he had a desire for revenge.
And so, with the glass daggers in his hands and fire in his heart, Korestin set out into the world, ready to face everything that awaited him. He was the **Glass Assassin**. And the world was about to find out.
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### **Next Steps:**
Korestin now stands at a crossroads. On one side, he has a life full of danger and struggle ahead of him; on the other, there's a chance for redemption. But can he break free from the System's grasp? Are the glass daggers his curse or the key to freedom? We'll find out in the next chapters.