"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin" Chapter 93: A Traitor’s Fate

The night air was crisp and cold, the moon casting a pale glow over the rooftops of the city. Shadows stretched across the streets, swallowed by the labyrinth of alleyways and twisting paths that made up the assassin’s domain.

Seraphis stood at the edge of a building, her white hair fluttering in the wind. Beside her, Elowen and Sylvaine crouched, their gazes sharp and focused.

Without a word, their bodies shifted.

Bones snapped, twisted, and reshaped as they lted into their raven forms.

Seraphis’ feathers glead a pure, ghostly white, standing out against the darkness of the city. Elowen and Sylvaine bore deep black plumage, save for the vivid green streaks running through their wings.

The transformation was seamless—instinctual.

With a single beat of their wings, they took off into the sky.

Hunting in the Night

From above, the city was a canvas of flickering lights and shifting figures.

Their eyes, now keen and predatory, scanned the streets below.

They had a mission.

Find the traitor.

It didn’t take long for Seraphis to spot movent in the distance—a hooded figure slipping through the shadows, moving with deliberate caution.

She let out a sharp caw, signaling to the others.

Elowen and Sylvaine followed as they tailed their prey, wings silent against the wind.

The figure entered a narrow alley. A dead end.

Seraphis didn’t hesitate.

She dived—plumting from the sky like a streak of white lightning.

At the last second, she shifted back into her human form, landing lightly behind the man, blade already drawn.

The traitor froze.

Elowen and Sylvaine landed on either side, their weapons gleaming in the moonlight.

Seraphis smirked. “Going sowhere?”

The man turned.

It was Rennick.

A mid-ranking assassin—soone who had always kept to the shadows, neither ambitious nor reckless. The kind of man who went unnoticed.

Until now.

Seraphis tilted her head. “You’ve been busy.”

Rennick’s eyes darted between them. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sylvaine chuckled. “That’s funny, because we found sothing interesting.”

Elowen stepped forward, pulling a folded parchnt from her sleeve.

She tossed it at Rennick’s feet.

He didn’t move.

Seraphis nudged the paper with her boot. “Go on. Read it.”

Rennick hesitated before bending down. His hands shook as he unfolded the letter.

The mont his eyes skimd the words, his face drained of color.

Seraphis smiled. “You recognize it, don’t you? It’s the ssage you sent to The Black Fangs. The one selling out the guild.”

Rennick stumbled back. “This is a mistake.”

Sylvaine scoffed. “Sure it is.”

Rennick’s breathing hitched. Then—

He ran.

Seraphis anticipated it.

Before he could take two steps, she moved.

A dagger flew through the air—embedding itself into his calf.

Rennick scread as he crashed onto the ground.

Seraphis approached slowly, kneeling beside him. She grabbed his hair and yanked his head up.

“Do you know what happens to traitors?” she whispered.

Rennick whimpered.

Elowen and Sylvaine stood over them, unmoved by his suffering.

Seraphis leaned closer. “You’re going to be an example.”

Then—she slamd the hilt of her dagger against his temple.

Rennick collapsed, unconscious.

A ssage to the Guild

Dragging Rennick’s limp body through the halls of the Assassin’s Guild was a statent in itself.

The guild mbers watched in silence, their eyes wide with shock as Seraphis, Elowen, and Sylvaine strode through the main hall.

When they reached the center, Seraphis dropped Rennick’s body onto the floor with a thud.

Then, she spoke.

“Everyone, listen up.”

Her voice carried through the hall, demanding attention.

“Everyone thought we were dead. Gone. Forgotten.”

Her gaze swept across the room.

“But we weren’t.”

She took a step forward.

“And when I ca back, I found out that this guild—my guild—has been betrayed.”

The assassins murmured amongst themselves, shifting uncomfortably.

Seraphis’ voice sharpened.

“Apparently, so of you think we aren’t scary enough. That we aren’t strong enough.”

She pulled out her dagger.

“So let prove it to you.”

Then—in one swift motion, she drove the blade into Rennick’s knee.

A sickening crack echoed through the hall as Rennick woke up screaming.

Gasps filled the room.

Seraphis grabbed his hair, forcing his head up for everyone to see.

“Look at him,” she commanded. “Look at what betrayal earns you.”

Rennick sobbed, his entire body shaking.

Seraphis’ voice lowered to a chilling whisper.

“There’s only one punishnt for traitors.”

Without hesitation—

She swung.

The blade sliced clean through.

Rennick’s head rolled onto the floor, blood pooling beneath it.

Silence fell over the hall.

Seraphis bent down, picking up the severed head.

She held it high.

“This is what happens to traitors.”

No one dared to move.

No one dared to breathe.

She turned, walking up the stairs to the second floor.

At the top landing, a tal shield hung on the wall—a relic of the guild’s past.

Seraphis didn’t hesitate.

She impaled the head onto the shield’s surface, letting the blood drip down like ink staining a canvas.

Then, she faced the guild below.

“To anyone else thinking of betraying this guild—this is your fate.”

Her white hair was streaked with red. Her pale eyes burned with cold fury.

For a long mont, no one spoke.

Then—

One by one, the assassins lowered their heads in respect.

A silent agreent. A ssage received.

Seraphis turned, stepping back from the grueso display.

The guild would never doubt her again.