Morgan took measured breaths to calm himself, his breath misting up in front of him. He glanced up, looking at the men and women seated in the glass observatory, looking down at them.
"It seems this ceremony is more of a big deal than I 'd originally thought."
The aspirants stood in neat rows facing the glass structure.
Snowflakes slowly fell to the ground, turning it white.
The aspirants were dressed in specially designed suits that were intended to keep them warm despite the chilly temperatures.
"We're all gathered here to send off the next batch of aspirants," Lilia Snow began.
" This sacred ritual has been passed down for generations among the assassins. We do this so that the next generation may grow together and be stronger together for it. We do this to preserve the legacies of each of the great houses passed down for generations."
She turned to the aspirants.
