Rivera's POV
In the blink of an eye, I reached out—too late. The assassin stood frozen, stunned to see me alive, as the shapeshifter's magic drained from Leora's body.
"You bastard!" I screamed, my voice filled with fury.
"Don't interfere," I snapped at Asher, just as he lunged into action—only to halt mid-swing, his blade stopping inches from the assassin.
"Ahhh!" The assassin howled and charged at me, throwing his full strength into the attack. I drew my sword and met him head-on, plunging it deep into his chest, channeling my invisible dragon magic through the blade.
Blood coated the weapon. The assassin didn't even get to scream—his body went limp and crumpled to the ground. Then, it disintegrated, vanishing into thin air. He was laced with self-destructive magic—just like I suspected. No trace left behind. No body. No evidence to lead us to the guild, its master, or their clients.
"Leora…" I called out, hoping she was still alive.
