The echoes of the
Headless Tower
still lingered in the underworld, but Seraphis and her crew were already setting their sights on a
new target
.
This time, the hunt was personal.
The
Obsidian Spire
—a tower darker than the last, steeped in corruption,
twisted experiments
, and the suffering of innocents. The mere mention of its name sent
shudders
through even the most hardened criminals.
It wasn’t just another
council of elites
.
It was a place where
human lives were currency
, where people
vanished in the night
and reappeared as nothing more than
hollowed husks
or
monstrous abominations
.
It had to be
burned to the ground
.
And Seraphis was going to make sure
no one survived
.
The List of Names
The parchment was old, its
edges curled and stained
with time. But the
names
scrawled across it? Those were
fresh
, obtained through a network of spies and whispers.
Seraphis sat at the round table in the
guild’s war room
, her eyes scanning the
list of the damned
.
Each name was a
stain upon the world
, each person a key figure in the Obsidian Spire’s
grotesque experiments
.
Dr. Veskar Olynd
– The mastermind, a scientist with no morals, conducting twisted
alchemy and blood rituals
.
Lord Rendar Valtis
– A noble funding the Spire’s experiments, exchanging
prisoners for power
.
Sister Mordane
– A former priestess, turned into a
warped torturer
, using
holy magic
for unholy means.
General Bastian Krayne
– A corrupt military commander, feeding
war orphans
into the Spire’s experiments.
The Glass Alchemist
– A faceless entity, known for
reshaping flesh and bone
into living weapons.
Seraphis’s fingers tightened around the parchment.
"Every single one of them dies."
Planning the Attack
Elowen leaned back in her chair, arms crossed.
"This isn’t going to be like the Ivory Tower. These people don’t operate in the open—they hide their filth in the dark."
Sylvaine smirked, twirling a
throwing knife
between her fingers.
"Then we’ll just drag them into the light before we cut their throats."
Theia, quiet as ever,
studied the map
laid out before them. The
Obsidian Spire
was heavily fortified—
tall blackened stone, layered defenses, hidden escape routes
. If they went in
unprepared
, they’d be walking into a
slaughter
.
Seraphis exhaled slowly.
"We do this in stages. We don’t just burn the Spire down—we rip it apart piece by piece."
She placed a
dagger
on the map, right at the heart of the Spire.
"First, we sever their hands."
Phase One: Eliminating the Financiers
The first to die would be
Lord Rendar Valtis
.
A
snake hiding behind wealth
, using his power to
fund the Spire’s horrors
. Without his money, the Spire’s operations would
cripple overnight
.
Seraphis grinned.
They were going to rob him blind before they slit his throat.
Phase Two: Removing Their Enforcers
General
Bastian Krayne
was next. A man who
delivered children to monsters
, trading
innocence for power
.
He commanded
a private army
, but even the strongest soldiers were
nothing
if their leader’s
head was on a pike
.
Elowen tapped the map.
"He likes to visit the fighting pits. We can corner him there."
Seraphis nodded.
"Then we bleed him in the dirt he thrives in."
Phase Three: Destroying Their Alchemists
The
Glass Alchemist
and
Dr. Veskar Olynd
were the ones
creating monsters
.
Without them, the Spire’s
experiments would collapse
.
Sylvaine’s eyes gleamed.
"If we kill them first, they might replace them. But if we kill them last..."
Seraphis smirked.
"Then their entire research burns with them."
Phase Four: The Final Purge
That left
Sister Mordane
.
She had once been a
healer, a holy woman
. Now she was a
butcher draped in false divinity
, carving
sigils of pain
into her victims.
Seraphis would
carve her name into history
.
Then, finally, they would take down the
Obsidian Spire itself
—tearing its foundations apart until it was
nothing but rubble and screams
.
Seraphis placed a final dagger on the map.
"We start tomorrow."
A Night of Preparation
Each of them prepared in their own way.
Seraphis sharpened her blades
, ensuring that
each strike would be fatal
.
Elowen gathered poisons
, ones that would ensure their
victims suffered before they died
.
Theia meditated
, her mind honing itself for the battles to come.
Sylvaine practiced her illusions
, ensuring their enemies would
never see the truth until it was too late
.
The night was silent.
But
the storm was coming
.
The Hunt Begins
At dawn, they moved.
The Obsidian Spire had no idea that
death was already at their doorstep
.
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