"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin" Chapter 26: Death in the Dark

Seraphis stood before the Guildmaster, her mask covering her face, her white eyes focused on the parchnt he held out.

“This one is different,” he said, voice laced with sothing between caution and amusent. “You’ll need a delicate touch.”

She took the paper, unfolding it.

Target: Commander Aldric Vayne Affiliation: The Night’s Order Cris: Abuse of power, extortion, murder. Details: He recently killed a bartender in cold blood—laughed about it, paid no consequences. Objective: Make it look like an accident.

Seraphis tilted her head slightly. “An accident?”

The Guildmaster smirked. “He’s high-ranking. If it looks like a hit, the entire Order will be out for blood. But if he’s just another drunken fool who ‘fell’ from his own balcony…” He spread his hands. “No one questions it.”

Seraphis read the details again. A noble who thought himself untouchable.

She folded the parchnt, tucked it away, and turned without another word.

A Target Wrapped in Gold

Aldric Vayne lived in a mansion in the upper district, a place crawling with guards and servants.

But that wasn’t the problem.

The real challenge was Aldric himself.

He wasn’t just any officer—he was a high-ranking commander in the Night’s Order, a man who had killed countless people and walked away without a scratch.

He drank like a beast, fought like a monster, and lived as if nothing could touch him.

But tonight, he would learn fear.

The Infiltration

Seraphis moved through the upper district like a shadow. She had morized the mansion’s layout, knew where the guards patrolled, and where the blind spots were.

She scaled the back wall, slipped through a second-story window, and lted into the darkness.

Inside, the scent of wine and roasted at lingered in the air. The halls were dimly lit with golden chandeliers, and muffled laughter echoed from the grand hall.

She followed the sound.

A Beast Among n

Aldric was in his lavish lounge, surrounded by won and officers. His red cape draped over his chair, his gold-trimd armor discarded in a corner.

His laughter bood as he slamd his goblet down. “You should’ve seen the bastard’s face when I ran him through!”

The n laughed with him. The won forced nervous smiles.

Seraphis clenched her fist. This man disgusted her.

A serving girl poured him another drink, her hands trembling. He grabbed her roughly, pulling her onto his lap.

“Easy now,” he slurred, grinning. “I don’t bite—unless I want to.”

Seraphis moved.

With a flick of her wrist, a tiny needle shot from her sleeve, piercing the side of his goblet—a slow-acting sedative.

Aldric drank deep, unaware.

She disappeared before anyone noticed.

The Final Fall

Two hours later, Aldric stumbled alone to his private quarters. His guards stood at attention outside his door, but inside?

He was alone.

Drunk.

And vulnerable.

Seraphis was already waiting.

She crouched in the shadows, watching him sway, rubbing his temples as the drug took hold.

“What… the hell…” He staggered toward the balcony, gripping the railing for support. “Damn wine’s too strong…”

Seraphis stepped forward, silent as death.

Then she shoved him.

He gasped, his hands flailing as he lost his balance.

He tumbled over the edge.

The world slowed.

His body twisted. His wide eyes t hers for a fleeting second.

And then—

CRACK.

His body hit the stone courtyard below, neck snapping on impact.

Just another drunken fool who had too much to drink.

The Aftermath

The next morning, the city was buzzing.

“A tragedy,” they called it. “Commander Vayne had too much to drink.”

“Shaful,” others whispered. “A decorated officer, gone just like that.”

No one suspected an assassination.

And Seraphis?

She was already gone, vanishing into the morning fog.