A bitter, dangerous smile crossed Merc Assault's face as realization settled over him. "But Chronus made a mistake. A fatal mistake. He crippled me, yes. Reduced me to half my former power. But he forgot something crucial—I'm still a legendary assassin at my core. And I know things. Secrets. Information about demon lord activities that would cause chaos if revealed. Three centuries of accumulated leverage that he never considered."
He moved to a locked cabinet, his trembling hands working the combination. Inside lay his insurance—documents, crystals containing recorded conversations, artifacts tied to various demon lords' secrets. Material he'd collected over centuries, never expecting to need it.
"You want to use me as a disposable tool?" Merc Assault's voice dripped with venom. "Fine. I'll show you what happens when you throw away someone who knows where all the bodies are buried, Chronus."
