The assassin collapsed, exhausted. He had given everything to his Sect. His loyalty, his pride, and now even his life. But it was never enough. He was always second best.
Even as close as he was to Immortal Rank, he still couldn't overcome the gap and become the Sect's favourite.
All their trust, their best assignments, their finest items, they all went to his senior brother. And they were brothers, they had been together for life, and even now, he didn't regret a single moment.
Given the chance, he would do it again.
His breath rattled as he took his final breath, just in time for a second assassin in black to appear between him and Rae.
The man was obviously limping, and holding a short sword defensively as he kneeled next to the crippled combatant.
"Stay with me, I will get you out of here. You can't die, you hear me?" He pleaded.
