"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin" Chapter 132: Shattering the Glass Alchemist

The hunt had begun.

Seraphis and her crew moved through the darkened streets, their footsteps silent as death. The Glass Alchemist was no ordinary target—he was a specter of flesh and tal, a being who reshaped bone, sinew, and organs like a sculptor working with clay.

If he was allowed to live, he would continue his twisted artistry, twisting n and won into abominations that defied nature itself.

Seraphis wasn’t going to let that happen.

This night, the sculptor would beco the shattered masterpiece.

The Glass Cathedral

The Glass Alchemist did not reside in a tower or a fortress. He had no grand mansion or hidden underground lair.

Instead, he worked in a ruined cathedral, a place once dedicated to worship but now a twisted sanctuary of horror.

Glass littered the floor in jagged pieces. Strange organic sculptures—human bodies fused with molten crystal—stood frozen in agonizing poses. So were half-ford, their flesh still visible beneath the creeping spread of glass-like veins.

Elowen crouched beside one, pressing a gloved hand to its cheek. "Still warm. These were people… not long ago."

Seraphis narrowed her eyes. "Then we’re right on ti."

From the depths of the cathedral, a voice echoed.

"Ah… visitors. And so soon? I must say, I didn’t expect you so quickly."

The shadows twisted, light refracting unnaturally as the Glass Alchemist erged.

His body was a shifting, glimring mosaic—fragnts of mirrored glass fused to pale, translucent skin. His eyes were black voids, yet light shimred beneath their surface like liquid rcury.

He stepped forward, the clinking sound of glass on stone filling the air.

"You’ve co to kill , haven’t you?" he asked, voice smooth as polished crystal.

Sylvaine twirled a dagger between her fingers. "Clever one, aren’t you?"

The Glass Alchemist chuckled. "I have seen many co to end my work. I turned them into my finest pieces. Would you like to see?"

With a slow gesture, he raised his hand, and the statues in the room trembled.

Then, with the sickening crackle of breaking flesh and bone, they moved.

The Battle Begins

The first glass-forged abomination lunged at Seraphis.

It was a grotesque fusion of man and crystal, its arms elongated and jagged, its fingers sharpened into razor-like claws. The remnants of a human face were frozen in a scream, embedded deep within its torso, its mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

Seraphis dodged, rolling beneath its strike as its claws sliced through the stone pillar behind her, carving deep gashes.

Another abomination leaped for Sylvaine, its crystalline wings spreading wide, reflecting the torchlight in dazzling yet horrifying patterns.

Sylvaine flipped backward, launching a throwing knife mid-air. The blade embedded itself in the creature’s throat, but instead of blood, glass shards exploded from the wound.

"Tch. They don’t bleed."

Elowen flicked a hand forward, a vial of alchemical acid sailing through the air. It shattered against the chest of a nearby monstrosity, and the creature let out a hideous screech as the acid lted through the glass like ice in fire.

But the Glass Alchemist rely laughed.

"How delightful. You actually know how to fight."

He raised a hand, and the shattered glass from the acid-eaten abomination lifted into the air, reshaping itself into floating shards.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he sent them hurtling toward the assassins.

Seraphis barely had ti to react as she twisted out of the way, but one of the shards grazed her arm, slicing deep enough to draw blood.

"Tch. He can manipulate broken glass at will."

Theia’s eyes flashed, her form blurring as she vanished into shadows, reappearing behind the Glass Alchemist with both daggers poised to strike.

"Got you."

She drove her daggers downward—

—but the Glass Alchemist’s body shattered like a mirror.

Theia’s blades sliced through air, and a fraction of a second later, the Glass Alchemist reassembled a few feet away.

"How quaint. Did you think I’d be so easy to cut?"

Seraphis narrowed her eyes. "We’re dealing with soone who doesn’t have a body in the normal sense. He’s like… living stained glass."

Elowen’s grip tightened around another vial. "Then we shatter him completely."

Breaking the Alchemist

The battle raged on, the cathedral a battleground of light and glass, blood and steel.

Seraphis weaved through the fight, her tal playing cards spinning around her like a storm of razor-thin blades. She sent one flying toward the Glass Alchemist—

—only for him to catch it mid-air.

For a mont, he examined it.

"Ah… tal infused with intent. Curious. But it won’t be enough."

He squeezed, and the card began to crack under invisible force.

Seraphis clenched her teeth.

"Break."

The card exploded, the force of the blast sending jagged tal shards deep into the Glass Alchemist’s arm.

For the first ti, he let out a pained hiss.

"Oh? That actually hurt."

Seraphis grinned. "Good. There’s more where that ca from."

Elowen hurled another acid vial, this ti aiming for the Alchemist himself.

The Glass Alchemist darted to the side, but Theia was already waiting, a shadowy dagger in hand.

She drove it into his side, the magic-infused weapon disrupting his form.

The Glass Alchemist staggered, pieces of his body flickering, struggling to maintain cohesion.

Sylvaine’s illusions flickered around him—phantom blades attacking from all sides, confusing his movents.

And in the center of it all, Seraphis dashed forward, both twin daggers raised high.

She struck down, her blades burying deep into his chest.

The Glass Alchemist let out a shattered scream as his form began to break apart.

"No… this isn’t how I end…"

Seraphis leaned in close.

"You’re not art. You’re just another mistake that needs to be erased."

She twisted the blades.

The Glass Alchemist shattered completely, his body breaking apart into countless shards, collapsing into a heap of lifeless glass fragnts.

The fight was over.

The Final Blow

Seraphis exhaled, wiping the blood from her cheek.

Elowen crouched down, sifting through the pile of broken glass. "No heart. No core. Just… pieces."

Sylvaine kicked at the shards. "Good. One less monster in the world."

Seraphis smirked.

"One down. Four to go."