Chapter 93 : The assassination
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The night was alive with the rustle of leaves and the distant calls of creatures within the forest. The moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting a silvery glow across the world below. Siena and Noah moved like shadows, their forms almost indistinguishable from the dark undergrowth of the forest. Their quarry was near. The **Bloodfang Clan Estate** loomed in the distance, its massive silhouette a silent fortress of stone and steel.
Noah's mind raced as he scanned the estate through the foliage. His plan had been set in motion, and there was no turning back now. The **Level 18 Werewolf Heir** would soon be dead. His strength, his influence, all of it would crumble under the precision of their strike. But Noah couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this was only the beginning. Every step he took brought him closer to a confrontation he hadn't fully anticipated—one that involved not just the heir, but Siena herself.
"Ready?" Siena's voice was a low whisper beside him, her amber eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Noah turned his gaze toward her, a sharp gleam of calculation in his eyes. She had grown stronger—much stronger. He had seen it firsthand. And now, in the thick of the mission, he understood just how dangerous she had become. It had been a calculated risk to involve her in this mission, but he had always known that he could handle her. What had changed was the sheer scale of her power. She was no longer just an ally; she was a threat.
"Let's get this done," Noah replied, his voice steady.
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The **Bloodfang Clan Estate** was heavily guarded, but Noah had meticulously studied its defenses. They were there to take down the heir quickly and silently, using their abilities to bypass any resistance. Siena had made sure to weaken the outer perimeter defenses, using her **Moonlit Reckoning** ability to enhance her physical abilities in the dark, slipping past the sentries undetected.
Noah's **Night Sovereign** class granted him unparalleled control over shadows, allowing him to meld with them, becoming as intangible as the darkness itself. As they approached the entrance of the northern wing where the heir's private quarters were located, they encountered the first line of defense: a group of **Level 15 werewolves** guarding the doors.
Noah's lips curled into a smirk. The werewolves had no idea what was about to hit them. He motioned to Siena, who nodded and moved swiftly, vanishing into the shadows. She reappeared beside one of the sentries, her claws flashing in the moonlight as she disemboweled the first werewolf. Before the others could react, Noah unleashed his power.
His **Legendary Armor** shimmered, the **Night Sovereign Cloak** expanding to protect him. He slashed through the air with a swift, precise motion, the **Shadowblade** appearing in his hand. It was an ethereal weapon, capable of slicing through both flesh and spirit. With a quick flick of his wrist, the weapon cut through the remaining sentries, leaving only their fallen bodies behind.
"Clean," Siena muttered, wiping blood from her claws. "Let's move."
They continued through the corridors, making their way deeper into the estate. As they approached the heir's chambers, they could hear the sounds of muffled voices inside. The heir was alone, a perfect opportunity.
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Noah and Siena paused outside the heir's door. His scent was sharp in the air, a mix of blood and power that emanated from him like a burning flame. Noah could feel the heat of the werewolf's aura even through the thick wood of the door.
"Remember," Siena whispered, her voice low. "Quick, clean, no noise."
Noah nodded and stepped forward, his hand resting on the doorknob. He used his **Night Sovereign** powers to phase through the door, slipping into the heir's room without making a sound.
The heir was seated by a large, ornate desk, his back to them. He hadn't yet noticed their presence. With a swift, practiced motion, Noah activated his **Shadowbind** ability, sending tendrils of darkness that wrapped around the heir, pinning him to the chair. He opened his mouth to shout, but before he could utter a sound, Siena was upon him.
Her claws extended, glowing with the intensity of her **Moonlit Reckoning**. With one savage swipe, she raked her claws across the heir's throat, blood spraying out in a wide arc. The heir's eyes widened in shock as he tried to fight against the shadow restraints, but it was too late.
Noah stepped forward, his **Shadowblade** already in hand, the weapon glowing with dark energy. With a quick thrust, he drove the blade through the heir's heart, ensuring that the kill was swift and final.
The heir's body went limp, and Siena withdrew, stepping back to allow Noah to finish the task.
"He's dead," Siena said, her voice oddly cold. "We've done it."
Noah's eyes narrowed as he watched the heir's blood stain the carpet. There was no satisfaction in the kill, only the realization that something didn't sit right.
As they turned to leave, the hairs on the back of Noah's neck stood on end. Something had shifted—something that had been growing since the moment they started this mission. The feeling was too strong to ignore.
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As they made their way back through the estate, Noah felt the presence of someone—or something—lurking in the shadows. His instincts flared, but before he could act, Siena suddenly stopped.
"Noah," she said, her voice carrying an ominous weight. "You should have known."
He whipped around, his eyes narrowing as he watched Siena. There was something in her gaze—a glint of something darker than before.
"What are you talking about?" Noah demanded.
Siena smiled, but it wasn't the playful, confident smile he had grown used to. This one was sharp, predatory.
"You really think I wouldn't have planned for this moment?" she asked, stepping closer to him. "You thought you could control me, didn't you?"
Noah's heart sank as he realized the truth—he had been too confident, too sure of his ability to manipulate Siena. She had always been playing her own game, and now, she was ready to make her move.
"You were never just an ally," Noah said, his voice a low growl. He wasn't afraid, but the betrayal stung. Siena had played him from the start.
"You're right," Siena said, her voice dropping to a low, menacing tone. "I was always going to take your place. I was always going to be the one to rule. And now…" She extended her claws, the silver gleam of her bloodline power illuminating the night. "Now you die."
Before Noah could react, Siena launched herself at him, her claws cutting through the air. Her **Moonlit Reckoning** ability kicked in, amplifying her speed and strength. She was faster than he had anticipated, and he barely managed to parry her first strike with his **Night Sovereign Armor**, the **Shadowblade** clashing against her claws with a loud screech.
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The battle between them erupted in a flurry of motion. Siena's ferocity was unmatched, her speed increasing with every passing second as she leveraged her **Bloodhowl** ability to increase her strength. Noah was on the defensive at first, struggling to keep up with her relentless attacks. The forest around them seemed to bend and twist as their powers collided.
Noah activated his **Night Sovereign** abilities, calling forth **Shadowbinds** to entangle her, but Siena broke free with a roar, her claws ripping through the shadows as though they were paper.
"You won't defeat me!" Siena snarled, her voice filled with a deadly confidence.
Noah narrowed his eyes, his mind racing. He needed to outthink her, not just outfight her. With a swift movement, he activated **Shadowstep**, vanishing from her immediate vicinity, and reappearing behind her. He struck with the **Shadowblade**, the ethereal weapon cutting deep into her side.
Siena howled in pain, but instead of retreating, she spun around with a **Howl of the Alpha**, sending out a pulse of energy that knocked Noah off his feet. The world seemed to distort around him as he struggled to regain his balance.
For a moment, Noah saw only red. His anger, his frustration, all of it bubbled to the surface as he realized how much of a threat Siena had become. She wasn't just an ally—she was a rival. And she had to die.
As the battle raged on, both Noah and Siena pushed themselves to their limits, each blow echoing through the forest. Their abilities collided, shaking the very ground beneath them. Blood spilled, and the air crackled with energy.
Noah was at the brink, his energy almost depleted, but he knew he had one last card to play. The **Night Sovereign** class granted him a final ability—one that could turn the tide
of the battle.
With a swift incantation, Noah invoked his **Eclipse of Night**, an ability that enveloped the entire area in a pitch-black shroud. The world around him vanished, leaving only his senses and the feeling of his own blood pounding in his ears.
Siena froze, disoriented by the loss of light. It was the opening Noah needed. With a single, decisive motion, he unleashed everything he had left, striking at her heart with the **Shadowblade**.
The blow landed.
Siena gasped, her body collapsing to the ground as the shadows faded from the world. Her amber eyes locked onto Noah's one final time.
"You... you were never meant to be... the victor," she whispered, her voice fading.
Noah watched as her life slipped away, and for a moment, there was silence.
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