[Time left: 00 : 00 : 00]
[Your Mission has begun]
[Your rewards will be doubled if you handle the assailants within a short period of time]
[Number Of Assassins: 20/20]
"It's begun," Azel murmured.
Far from where the young man stood, another voice broke the afternoon's silence.
"Check your masks, check your steel," Whisper said, tightening the black scarf over his mouth.
His voice carried the quiet, clipped tone of a man who had accepted death as part of his profession.
The mask hid most of his face, but not his eyes — eyes that were sharp, cold, and quietly unsettled.
This was suicide.
Even an assassin of his caliber knew it.
The Starbloom Royal Palace wasn't a place you infiltrated — it was a fortress of legends.
The sort of place where the wrong shadow could get you killed before you realized it moved.
But gold was gold, and their client was persuasive.
