A Daggers Call.

A Daggers Call.

The last time one had happened was seven years ago. It could be said that it was a hidden rule of the Guild that was almost never triggered. It existed purely for deterrence. But on rare occasion, like today…

Someone would be stupid enough to use it.

The reason it was so foolish was because, amongst assassins, the only reason someone would take this sort of path was if they had no confidence against their enemy.

On the surface, this would even the playing field.

In action, the result would be much the same as always.

Death.

…

Theron's arrogant demeanor vanished after he turned away from the old man. A deathly stillness hung in his chilling blue eyes.

Today, it was unlikely that he'd be able to get his father's short sword back. But… he would be establishing himself and taking his pound of flesh.

Raiden had done well to make him feel his presence. Today he would learn just who River was.

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