Evil + Evil = ?

Still In The Human Avatar's POV

The last two hesitated, their flawless synchronization faltering. A let out a soft chuckle. "Ah, there it is," he said. "Doubt. That's the problem with perfection. One crack, and it all falls apart."

They didn't reply, but he could see the faint tremble in their movements. He decided to indulge them.

"Why not tell me who sent you?" he asked, his tone almost conversational. "Was it the Duke himself? Or someone higher up? Or perhaps you've been manipulated, just like Elyndor?"

The taller of the two assassins hissed, their voice sharp and venomous. "Glory to the elven empire."

A raised an eyebrow. "That's bold talk for someone standing in the middle of my web."

They froze. Too late, their eyes flickered downward, catching the faint glint of wires embedded in the earth around them. A smirked, his gauntlet clicking softly as he twisted his fingers.

Snap. Whip. Crack.