Jasmine treaded cautiously as she entered the eye of the cyclone. Moving with light steps, she embraced every shadow and tree, advancing while scrutinizing her surroundings. The remnants of the battle proved that she was in danger if any of the protagonists were still able to fight.
It had been nearly an hour since the ground last trembled, and the dissipating clouds hinted at a subsiding storm. Most assassins favored the cloak of darkness, finding solace in shadows. Rain and clouds had often been Jasmine's allies, but not this ti. The misty do that veiled the skulc forest was an artificial creation. She wasn't foolish enough to play on soone else's turf.
However, ti was of the essence. According to the Founder, there were two types of assassins: those who spent months ticulously crafting perfect conditions and those who seized opportunities. Jasmine didn't have months, and the opportunity was too good to pass up. Her two rivals were separated and oblivious to her presence. The assassin had thus decided to infiltrate the mist do.
I made the right call, Jasmine concluded as the mist gradually lifted. Hidden behind a mound of earth, she observed her rival on the brink of death. Covered in blood - both his own and that of the skulc leader - he lay unconscious. And naked. The fight must have been fierce for his clothes to be utterly destroyed.
The assassin approached cautiously. Was it a trap? Had he truly traded his life for that of his opponent, or was he waiting for her approach to strike? Given his injuries, the latter seed unlikely. His body appeared to have plumted from a hundred stories. He was losing so much blood that it was a miracle he still breathed.
Jasmine remained vigilant. Her rival's heartbeat resonated powerfully.
Her gaze naturally shifted to the skulc's body. The Tier 1 Elysian monster was an impressive specin with thick, resistant skin. Without a Mastery, piercing it would have been a nightmare. It was the kind of adversary Jasmine detested - too large for a dagger or a short blade to reach its heart.
The gaping ribcage exposed a devoured heart. The black, energetic blood coagulating on her rival's lips provided all the information she needed. He had defeated the skulc and then ate its heart. Probably a barbaric and grotesque technique to assimilate the skulc's power.
Without wasting any more ti, Jasmine unsheathed a dagger. Activating her Mastery, she stealthily approached before piercing her rival's heart.
The blade sank effortlessly, destroying the vital organ as her Supremacy obliterated his spirit. Glancing at her quest, Jasmine furrowed her brow.
Quest: At the Top of the World
An assassin has no friends.
A slayer shows no rcy.
The Nightwalker has no rival.
Be the last Rival standing.
Rivals alive: 9/10.
Reward: True Wish
Difficulty: Primordial
What the hell?
A few hours after arriving in Elysium, her quest had updated, revealing the fall of one of her rivals. Since then, the count hadn't changed. With this rival's death, her quest should have displayed eight out of ten.
Jasmine squinted before studying the corpse. Breathing, blood flow, residual electricity, spiritual presence - all the traces indicated he was dead. Jasmine knew her business; assassination was her trade. The System, however, seed to disagree. Let's see about that.
It beca personal. Be it the living, the undead, mutants, hiveminds, or curses - all had t their end beneath her blade.
Jasmine began by piercing the dead man's brain before injecting a concoction of poisons into his body. The quest remained unchanged.
Undeterred, she engraved a banishnt and an exorcism runes onto the rival's forehead with the dagger. Still nothing. She dug in her pockets for a small vial of acid to dissolve the body. A few minutes later, only a solvent puddle remained. With a gesture, she set it ablaze. It burned within seconds, leaving only a handful of ashes on the ground.
Glancing at her notifications, she gritted her teeth. The System stubbornly refused to acknowledge the rival's death.
Damn it. Jasmine swiftly rose. In her training, she had been ingrained to leave the scene of an assassination promptly, even more so if she wasn't responsible for the death.
Surveying the surroundings one last ti, she spotted a tiny skull next to the ashes of her rival. The bone was fluorescent and contained a substantial amount of aether. At least I didn't co here for nothing, she thought as she picked it up.
In the next mont, she leaped into a shadow and vanished.
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