Cassandra stood with a calm demeanor as she stared at the Assassin Vice Guild Leader. They faced one another in silence, eyes locked, as though they were enemies born of fate itself. From the very beginning, Cassandra had always considered herself the executioner of all who dared oppose the Wargrave, and at this very moment, she fully intended to enact that role without hesitation.
Although she had only met the Tenth Sun once, she had liked him immediately. His personality stood out sharply even among other Wargraves, his thoughts, his expressions, the way he carried himself were fundamentally different. He wasn't rigid, arrogant, or detached in the way many powerful Wargraves tended to be. And yet, despite knowing exactly whose blood he carried, these assassins had dared to touch the Tenth Sun.
That alone was unforgivable.
