"They were not just rookie assassins… they were elite. Assassins who had never failed a mission, no matter how dangerous. And yet… how could they die now?!"
Nyx slammed her fist onto the table in fury, her nails grazing the wood. The surface immediately began to rot and decompose under her touch.
As hard as it was to believe, the truth was undeniable. Her four elite assassins were dead.
The Candle of Life confirmed it. Each candle was bound to a soul, its flame proof that the person lived. If the flame went out on its own, it meant only one thing—death. Either slain by another, or dead by accident or illness, the flame reflected the exact state of the person's life.
And so long as the person remained alive, the flame would never extinguish. It would even burn at the bottom of the sea. A marvel of Enchantment Magic and Alchemy.
Yet now, four flames had vanished at once. Four lives snuffed out. The sight had shaken Nyx more than she would ever admit.
