That night, Kaela woke to a whisper.
"Run…"
She turned — but no one was there.
Suddenly, a blade flashed toward her throat.
She reacted instantly, dodging.
A masked assassin stood before her.
"You should've died with your village," he hissed.
Before he could strike again—
Ryven appeared.
Steel clashed.
The fight was fast, deadly, precise.
In one final move, Ryven pinned the assassin down.
"Who sent you?" he demanded.
The assassin laughed.
"The Crown… must never rise."
And then—
He bit something hidden in his mouth.
Poison.
Dead.
Kaela watched silently.
For the first time…
She realized how dangerous her existence truly was.