Theron stepped out into the night air. By this point, the sun had fully set, but he hadn't even remotely recovered. There was fatigue between his brows, his skin painted pale. Beads of sweat would have formed if not for the cool wind flying by his features.
Despite all of this, his steps were purposeful and calm. Taking one after another, he moved—then he suddenly vanished.
The thing with assassinations was that they worked best when no one was expecting them. No one would think that a young man whose body was so heavily injured and fatigued would take the chance to kill a Cloud Realm expert the instant he got home.
This moment right here was the one where the fewest people would be likely to be monitoring Theron.
And even if there was someone…
What could they do against [Entangling Silence]?
