The man's eyes widened in shock, but he could do nothing more than fall to the ground. Skynder stepped on his body as he pulled the sword out.
At this ti, everyone in the vicinity was looking at him, stunned and shocked.
Then, around seven n in armor and with weapons charged at him. They were all clearly big, but they were also amateurish. Of course, Skynder wasn't a Sword Master. These seven would pose a threat to him if he only used a sword. But naturally, Skynder's specialty was not the sword.
Skynder backed away as he pulled three vials from his waist. His actions were ignored as the seven n closed in. Skynder threw the three vials out and they broke on the ground.
A mist filled the surrounding air. Skynder breathed it in, but it did not nothing to him. However, to the seven charging n and the people in the vicinity, the mist was nothing short of a death sentence.
As soon as they inhaled it, they began to cough uncontrollably. So managed to ignore it for a few seconds, charging closer, but they could eventually no longer stand it. Their weapons dropped, ringing out. The surrounding people began to cough and fall as well, signifying an end to their lives.
Skynder ran through the mist towards the entrance of the building. Any person in his path, ard or not, was cut down with a single slash. The coughing and clanging sounds had alerted those inside, and as Skynder ran into the entrance, he was t by around five n. In this closed in area, it was even simpler than before. Skynder threw a single vial at the ground. The five n, confused, began to move towards Skynder.
This did not last long, as they soon fell to the ground.
Skynder stepped on their slowly dying bodies as he moved deeper in. As he ran through a hallway with surprising agility, a sword poked out from the side, targeting him with a small chance of failure.
Skynder dropped and threw his sword.
The sword attacking him cut his mask, though it did not reveal anything. His sword rely made a cut in the person's hand. However, that was enough.
Skynder got up and retrieved his sword. A man laid on the ground next to it, his eyes wide. Skynder's sword was coated with the paralysis poison from the Imperial Scholar. It was less effective when not directly ingested, but around half of the effects could be exhibited in such a way.
Before five seconds passed, Skynder's sword had already ended the man's life. He moved in deeper. The hallway was not long enough to keep him for long. As he passed by rooms with open doors, he would toss a vial of poison inside. For the rooms with closed doors, he cut a hole through the door and threw it inside all the sa.
If there were people inside, they would die. If there weren't people inside, it was whatever.
Skynder had prepared fifty vials for this, stored in chests strapped around his waist. He could have prepared even more, but had rembered what his brother had said about using the Barony's money.
Fifty, luckily, was more than enough.
Skynder soon found himself entering a large, open room with many people. After the five n that had been sent out, no more had been sent. Naturally, it had been assud that the situation had been dealt with.
Skynder silently observed the room for a mont before tossing out around twenty vials of poison. He then planted a different sword from the one he used.
Engraved onto that sword was the na "Skygod".
This would be the na of his assassination organization.
Skynder left. As the poisonous mist spread, hundreds died, including all the leaders of the Dark Sky Gang.
News naturally spread the next day as the sun ca up. The Sky city police ca and investigated, finding countless bodies.
Most notably was a perfectly clean sword stabbed into the ground in front of the entrance to the room. It read, "Skygod".
After investigations, using resources sent from the Royal capital, it was discovered that poison was used, killing hundreds in the room. So inside were innocent people, kidnapped or forced into joining the gang. Most were custors or gang mbers.
Although fear had spread across Sky city for around a day, people soon ca to the conclusion that this was an act of heroism in which a notorious gang was taken care of overnight, sothing even the new Baron Sky had failed to accomplish.
Most of the commotion died down within a week. However, for three people, they could only rember the man who had shown up at their door with a mask, and had told them that the Dark Sky Gang would be dealt with.
They had not truly believed him, but it seed now as if no lie had been told.
They waited and waited, until one day, one of them received a ssage. He was the one with the sick mother. Sohow, an envelope with a letter inside had appeared on his table. It was simply labeled, "Skygod".
After having heard the news about the sword stuck in the ground, there was no need to think about who it was.
Opening, he read it slowly.
"It is ti to prove your worth with a trial test. If you succeed, you will have officially joined. If failed, there are penalties. Your task: kill old thief ply. Weapon: poison. Usage thod: thrown."
The man instantly recognized the na old thief ply.
He was an old man with an unusual na. However, just because he was old did not an he was a good person. He killed and stole often and openly, relying on his backing at a retired mber of another large gang within Sky city.
Inside the envelope, along with the letter, was a glass vial.
"Simply throw it, huh." He muttered to himself.
After a few minutes of hesitation, his conviction beca firm. "Fine. I will accept this task."
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