Quietly, both Ghost and Daemon exited the building.
Night had fallen. The streets were completely deserted—eerily so—but the eerie silence didn't faze the duo at all.
Ghost lifted his gaze toward the moon that lit the sky, the same moon seen from all corners of this world.
He found himself wondering about the others.
"You said assassins work alone, Daemon Valerion."
Ghost's voice broke the silence, and Daemon halted, staring at him with a blank expression.
"So what?"
"You're wrong. Assassins never truly fight alone."
Ghost kept walking, voicing thoughts he rarely shared aloud.
"An assassin always assesses the situation and chooses the most logical path ... the one that offers the best chance of survival. The simple truth is, I saw no advantage in staying alone with you, Daemon Valerion."
"…"
Daemon didn't say anything. He knew Ghost was right.
"But no need to worry. The purge you want might just happen on its own."
