He stood there, panting, the sound of his breathing sharp in the silence. His heart thundered in his chest, the adrenaline still flooding him.
He wiped the blood off his face, blinking the sting of sweat and gore from his eyes.
"Is it over?" he muttered.
The dungeon answered him only with silence. He sheathed his daggers, letting a wave of relief wash over him.
The goblin was never truly a threat—but Xavier had treated it like one. He hadn't let his guard down for even a second.
"You did well, Xavier. Congratulations upon reaching D rank. There's one last enemy left."
It was Lily that spoke.
Xavier smiled faintly. The fight had been worth it.
Brutal—but worth it. He'd learned a lot. The goblins were perfect for training. With them, he who had never once held a real weapon was slowly mastering the way of the dagger… and the art of an assassin.
He had learned to listen, to feel, to kill.
