Chapter 12 - The Phantom Assassin
That very night, a heavy fog rolled over the capital, blanketing the palace towers in ice and silence. Evelyn sat at her mahogany desk, unable to sleep. She felt a cold draft brush against the back of her neck—a draft that shouldn't exist with closed stained-glass windows.
She spun around, drawing a hidden silver dagger from her sleeve.
Standing near the balcony curtain was a figure cloaked in midnight silk, wearing a silver mask shaped like a crescent moon. In the assassin's hand was a blade glowing with an ominous violet light.
"You should have stayed forgotten, Princess," the assassin whispered, their voice magically muffled and distorted. "Your existence disrupts the true master's design."
Evelyn lunged forward, her royal blade training clashing against the assassin’s deadly steel. Sparkles of violet and silver erupted in the dim room. Despite the assassin's supernatural agility, Evelyn held her ground, executing precise parries she had practiced for years.
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When Benjamin and the guards kicked open the door, the assassin backed away toward the balcony ledge.
"This kingdom belongs to the past!" the shadowy figure shouted before leaping into the abyssal night, vanishing completely into the fog without leaving a trace.
