Ryzen crouched on the marble balcony railing, watching the guards below move like ants. He had finally made it into the General's mansion—the man responsible for protecting the city, yet here Ryzen was, doing what no one else dared.
He dropped silently into the shadows, summoning his chain with a grin.
The hunt had begun.
The mansion was quiet. Livai had no family—just his title and the weight of 63 power points. The ruler of Livera.
"We're not here on vacation, Ry," Meta-bot murmured, as Ryzen glanced at his reflection in the glass wall as heavy rain was prouning outside perfetly bleding with his plan of assasiantion.
"I know," Ryzen whispered, smiling faintly. "Its just i want to see the face who is about to kill Genral rank! since I havent killed one yet"
