Operation Arid Soil : Part Nine

The assassin, body enshrouded and augmented by the vapours of the solar star that was his master, equipped with a dagger bearing depictions of Watchful Undeviginti, a master of his craft, how had infiltrated countless, camps and bases, assassinated countless, both poor and rich, was seriously reconsidering his life choices right now.

Before him, a type of ghoul was staring at him like he was a piece of meat, and much to his horror, she seemed to be considering two very different meanings to the expression 'piece of meat'.

Ending in a pointed shape, a long tongue emerged and slid across her upper teeth, at least, upon the first row of upper teeth, making them glisten slightly, their awful, perfect whiteness so great that the assassin could almost see himself in them.