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Chapter 107: The Price of Betrayal
Chapter 107: The Price of Betrayal
A Storm Brewing in the Guild
Seraphis pushed through the heavy doors of the Assassin’s Guild, her boots echoing loudly in the dimly lit halls. The twins followed closely behind, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of hostility.
The moment she stepped inside, assassins turned to stare. Everyone had heard about the fight last night. They had all watched as Seraphis took down a skilled opponent with her bare hands.
But tonight, there was something different. A tension lingered in the air, thicker than usual.
Seraphis didn’t hesitate. She headed straight for the staircase leading to the second floor—the Guild Master’s private domain.
A Door Meant to Be Broken
She didn’t bother knocking.
Her foot slammed into the wooden door, sending it flying off its hinges. The force of the impact made the candles flicker, casting long, dancing shadows across the room.
The Guild Master barely flinched. An older man, hardened by years of blood and betrayal, he simply leaned back in his chair, staring at her with unreadable eyes.
A Warning Unfolds
“Why the long face, old man?” Seraphis asked, crossing her arms.
The Guild Master exhaled, rubbing his temples. “Remember the guy who fought you last night?”
Seraphis tilted her head. “Yeah. What about him?”
His expression darkened. “Well, he’s hardly a corpse. That bastard was working with one of our old enemies. Another assassin’s guild. Last night, while we were celebrating your win, he killed twenty of our own.”
The room went still.
Seraphis’s fingers twitched. She had suspected something was off about him, but to think he was a traitor…
The Guild Master leaned forward, his gaze sharp. “I want you to kill him.”
Seraphis grinned. “Consider it done.”
Without another word, she turned on her heel, the twins right behind her.
Hunting the Traitor
The hunt didn’t take long.
They tracked the traitor through the city, following a trail of rumors and whispers until they found him holed up in a run-down warehouse at the edge of town.
But they weren’t the first ones there.
A dozen mercenaries guarded the entrance. And inside? The man they were hunting sat on a wooden chair, surrounded by bodies—half-dead assassins who had tried to take him down first.
Seraphis cracked her knuckles. “This just got interesting.”
An All-Out Battle
The first mercenary lunged, a heavy axe swinging toward her neck. Seraphis ducked, twisting her body to the side before driving her knee into his stomach.
He staggered back, gasping for air, but she didn’t give him time to recover. A blade sliced across his throat, and he collapsed without a sound.
The twins were already engaged in their own fights. Daggers flashed, blood sprayed, and bodies fell.
Another mercenary tried to catch her from behind.
She sensed him. Pivoted. Dodged. And with a flick of her wrist, one of her metal playing cards sliced cleanly across his eyes, blinding him instantly.
The battle was fast, brutal, and unrelenting.
But in the end, only one man remained.
The Traitor’s Last Stand
He was wounded, breathless, cornered. His once-confident smirk was gone. Fear crept into his eyes.
Seraphis didn’t waste words.
She grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the warehouse.
He kicked, screamed, struggled—but he was too weak to fight back.
A Message to the Enemy
They didn’t take him to their own guild. No. They had something far more poetic planned.
They marched straight into enemy territory—into the heart of the rival assassin’s guild.
The guards at the entrance barely had time to react before Seraphis kicked the doors open, sending them crashing into the walls.
The entire guild went silent.
Assassins turned to face her, weapons half-drawn, eyes widening as they took in the scene—their supposed ally, beaten and bloodied, at her feet.
Declaring War
Seraphis stepped forward, voice cold.
“I’ve heard the rumors about your guild. I’m sure you’ve heard what I do to traitors.”
A hushed murmur spread through the crowd.
She dropped the traitor onto the ground. He coughed, trembling, begging for mercy.
Seraphis ignored him.
“You all thought it was a good idea to take in our trash.” Her hand reached for her playing card. “Well, I’m here to show you why that was a mistake.”
Execution in Front of His Peers
She flicked her wrist.
The metal card sliced cleanly through his neck.
His head hit the floor before his body even registered the pain.
Blood pooled at her feet.
A Challenge to All
She looked up, eyes scanning the room. “You want to fight me?”
No one moved.
They had heard the stories. They knew what she was capable of.
She smirked.
“To my guild members—take their heads and place them on spikes in front of this building.”
The twins obeyed without hesitation. Moments later, the entrance to the enemy guild was decorated with severed heads, a grim warning to anyone who dared betray them.
The Final Kill
Now, only one target remained.
Seraphis turned toward the second floor.
She walked up the steps, her movements slow, deliberate.
At the top, another door stood in her way.
She didn’t knock.
She kicked it down.
The enemy guild master sat behind a grand desk, expecting her.
He smiled. “Hello, hello. The White Raven has come to take my head.”
Seraphis tilted her head. “You sound amused.”
He leaned back. “I always wanted to fight you.”
She smirked. “Then let’s fight.”
A Battle Worthy of Legends
The fight was vicious.
Unlike the traitor, this man was a real challenge.
He was faster than she expected, stronger than most. His blade moved like a ghost, cutting through the air with deadly precision.
But Seraphis was relentless.
Blades clashed. Sparks flew. Blood painted the walls.
He landed a cut on her arm. She ignored it.
She landed a deep stab in his side. He grimaced but kept fighting.
They fought for what felt like hours—a battle of skill, endurance, and sheer will.
But in the end, Seraphis was better.
A final strike.
A clean decapitation.
The enemy guild master’s head rolled across the floor.
Seraphis picked it up, tucking it into her dimensional bag.
A Lesson to the Guild
She marched back to her guild, kicking the doors open once more.
The room fell silent.
Without a word, she reached into her bag and pulled out the severed head, dropping it onto the floor.
“This,” she said, her voice carrying through the room, “is what we do to enemies.”
She walked up to the second floor and placed the head next to another one that had been left untouched.
No one dared to remove it.
No one dared to speak.
The message was clear.
Seraphis was not to be crossed.