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Chapter 129: The Fall of the Ivory Tower
Chapter 129: The Fall of the Ivory Tower
The Final Target
The moon hung low in the sky as Seraphis, Elowen, Theia, and Sylvaine stood at the base of the Ivory Tower. The towering structure had been the heart of the Council, a place where they had manipulated, controlled, and ruled from the shadows. Now, it would become a graveyard.
"Isolde is the last," Seraphis murmured, her voice like steel. "After this, the Council is no more."
Elowen smirked, gripping the hilt of her daggers tightly. "Let’s give her a proper farewell."
Theia’s ice-blue eyes shimmered with cold resolve. "We send a message tonight. No survivors. No mercy."
Sylvaine’s shadows curled around her like living serpents. "Let’s burn this place to the ground."
Without another word, they moved.
Breaking Through the Tower Gates
The Ivory Tower’s main gate was lined with enchanted steel, meant to keep intruders out. The guards, cloaked in white armor, stood at their posts, unaware of the storm about to hit them.
Seraphis raised a hand. The moment it dropped, they struck like lightning.
Elowen moved first, a shadow in the wind. Her dagger found a throat, slicing cleanly as blood sprayed onto the white stone steps.
Theia followed, her twin blades flashing like ice, severing a second guard’s tendon before plunging into his heart.
Sylvaine's dark magic swirled, reaching out like living tendrils. One of the guards screamed as shadows engulfed his body, his form twisting and convulsing before he collapsed into the darkness, lifeless.
Seraphis wasted no time. She lunged forward, her metal playing cards spinning in a deadly arc. The guards barely had time to react before the cards sliced through their skulls, embedding into the walls behind them.
The gate was clear.
Storming the Tower
They didn’t sneak inside. They didn’t hide in the shadows.
They walked in like conquerors.
The front doors shattered as Theia drove her boot into them, sending splinters flying. The sound echoed through the halls of the Ivory Tower, a warning to everyone inside.
Immediately, guards rushed forward, swords drawn.
Elowen flipped over one, her dagger already sinking into his chest before she landed behind him.
Seraphis whipped her cards forward, slashing through another guard’s Achilles tendon, sending him screaming to the floor before finishing him with a swift stab to the heart.
Theia clashed with two at once, her blades moving in an elegant yet merciless dance. Steel clashed against steel, sparks flying as she parried a downward strike before twisting her dagger into the man’s ribs.
Sylvaine simply raised a hand. Darkness erupted from her fingertips, consuming three men at once as their screams echoed through the halls.
The blood-slicked floors of the Ivory Tower became a graveyard.
Ascending to Isolde’s Office
They moved through the halls like reapers, cutting down every last defender.
By the time they reached the top floor, their path was lined with bodies.
Seraphis kicked open Isolde’s office doors. The grand chamber was lined with golden bookshelves, velvet curtains, and a massive oak desk. But none of it mattered.
Sitting in the center of the room was Isolde.
The last of the Council.
She was dressed in silver robes, her long, raven-black hair cascading down her shoulders. Beside her stood three companions, assassins in their own right.
Isolde didn’t flinch at their arrival. She simply poured herself a cup of tea.
"Took you long enough," she said, sipping the drink calmly. "I assume you’ve come to kill me?"
Seraphis stepped forward, her daggers dripping with blood. "You assume correctly."
Isolde set down her cup and sighed. "Very well. Let’s finish this."
She snapped her fingers.
The room erupted into chaos.
The Final Battle
The three assassins beside Isolde lunged forward, each wielding a different weapon.
One wielded a rapier, her movements precise and deadly.
The second had two curved daggers, moving like a phantom in the wind.
The third, a giant man, carried a massive warhammer, his sheer strength shaking the ground.
Seraphis clashed with the rapier user, her metal cards spinning in midair. She dodged a lightning-fast thrust, her footwork immaculate.
Elowen faced the dagger user, their speed matching in a dance of flashing steel and blurred movements.
Theia met the warhammer head-on, using her agility to avoid the crushing blows that shattered the marble beneath her feet.
Sylvaine vanished into the shadows, reappearing behind the rapier assassin, her magic wrapping around their throat like a vice.
The battle raged on, each strike sending shockwaves through the room.
Seraphis parried, countered, dodged, waiting for an opening. The rapier assassin lunged forward—too fast, too reckless.
Seraphis’s card shot forward, embedding in their eye socket.
The assassin collapsed, twitching, lifeless.
Across the room, Elowen had twisted behind her opponent, her blade slicing across the woman’s throat in one fluid motion.
Theia finally found her opening, driving both daggers into the warhammer user’s spine before flipping over his falling body.
Now, only Isolde remained.
The Execution
Isolde stood from her chair, calm despite her fallen allies.
"I never begged for my life before," she said, stepping forward. "And I won’t start now."
Seraphis tilted her head. "Good."
In a blur, she moved.
Her dagger sliced across Isolde’s throat before the woman could react.
Blood sprayed against the golden bookshelves, dripping onto the velvet carpet.
Isolde staggered, her hands reaching for her neck, but Seraphis wasn’t finished.
With a final, merciless motion, she severed Isolde’s head from her body.
The Ivory Tower’s leader was dead.
A Message to the World
Seraphis and her team walked outside, carrying the severed heads of Isolde and her assassins.
They took spears from the fallen guards, driving them into the ground along the road leading to the tower.
One by one, they mounted the severed heads, the blood dripping onto the stone path.
When the last one was placed, Sylvaine raised her hands.
Dark flames erupted from the Ivory Tower, consuming it entirely. The once-mighty structure crumbled, the fire turning it into nothing but ruins.
That night, every city heard the whispers of what had happened.
The Ivory Tower was gone.
The Council was no more.
And the world would forever remember the fall of the Headless Tower.
Only the Underworld knew the truth of who had done it.
But Seraphis and her team?
They vanished into the shadows.
Their work was done.