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"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin"

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Chapter 136

"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin"

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The night was heavy with storm clouds, thunder

rumbling like the growl of an ancient beast

as rain began to fall in slow, deliberate drops. The world seemed to hold its breath, as if sensing the coming battle.

Their next target was

Varcen

—a high-ranking sorcerer whose name carried

the weight of nightmares

. Unlike the others, Varcen was not a zealot nor a warlord. He was a scholar of destruction, a man who had

turned magic into a weapon so devastating that entire cities whispered his name in fear

.

His

stronghold

lay deep within the ruined city of

Eldros

, a place long abandoned after one of his “experiments” had gone awry, leaving nothing but

twisted ruins and lingering shadows of the dead

.

Tonight, that ruin would be his grave.

The Approach

Seraphis and Theia

moved through the remains of Eldros

, their footsteps silent upon the cracked stone. The wind howled through the skeletal remains of buildings, carrying with it the whispers of those who had perished here.

"This place stinks of old magic,"

Theia muttered, rubbing her arms as if brushing off an unseen chill.

Seraphis

nodded

, her white eyes scanning the ruins.

"Stay sharp. Varcen isn’t the type to fight fair."

As if on cue, the air

shimmered

, and the world around them

shifted

. The ruined city

blurred

, twisting into a maze of shifting corridors and towering walls of black stone.

A labyrinth.

Theia

gritted her teeth

.

"Damn illusions."

Seraphis smirked.

"Illusions only work if you trust your eyes."

She flicked her wrist, sending one of her

metal playing cards

spinning through the air. It sliced through the shifting scenery—

and the illusion shattered like glass

.

The ruins returned to their true form, and standing

at the heart of it all

was their target.

Varcen.

The Warlock’s Entrance

He stood upon the

crumbling steps of an ancient tower

, his form

shrouded in a robe woven with living shadows

. His face,

half-covered by a silver mask

, was devoid of expression, but his eyes—

deep, swirling pools of blue fire

—burned with intelligence and cruelty.

"Impressive,"

he mused, his voice smooth as silk.

"Most who wander into my illusions never leave them."

Seraphis

did not waste words

.

With a flick of her fingers, her cards

lashed out, cutting through the air like silver streaks of death

.

But

Varcen barely moved

.

He

raised a single hand

—and space itself

distorted

.

The cards

halted mid-air

, their edges trembling

as if caught in the grip of an unseen force

.

With a slow twist of his fingers,

he sent them hurtling back toward Seraphis.

She

darted sideways

, barely avoiding the deadly barrage of her own weapons.

"I control the very fabric of reality within my domain,"

Varcen said, descending the steps with an eerie, gliding motion.

"Your little tricks will not work here."

Theia

snarled

and lunged forward, her twin daggers wreathed in dark energy.

Varcen

sighed as if bored

—then

snapped his fingers

.

A

maelstrom of blue fire erupted from the ground

, swallowing Theia

whole

.

Seraphis’s

heart clenched

—but a moment later, Theia burst free from the inferno, her daggers

glowing with ward-breaking runes

.

"Takes more than cheap tricks to burn me, bastard!"

she spat.

Varcen tilted his head.

"Good. Let’s see how long you last."

The Battle Begins

With a

wave of his hand

, the air

rippled

—and suddenly, the ruins of Eldros

vanished

, replaced by a vast,

endless void of swirling stars

.

They were no longer in the physical world.

"A pocket dimension,"

Seraphis muttered, scanning the endless horizon of black and silver.

"Here,"

Varcen said,

"I am God."

He lifted his hands—and the stars

themselves

began to

move

, shifting into

spear-like formations

, each one aimed at Seraphis and Theia.

Then they

rained down.

Seraphis

moved like the wind

, her body twisting and weaving through the deadly downpour.

Theia

deflected some with her daggers

, but several

grazed her arms and legs

, drawing thin lines of blood.

"Enough playing,"

Varcen intoned. He

clenched his fist

—and the space around them

collapsed inward

, the very fabric of reality folding like paper.

Seraphis

felt her body being pulled apart at a molecular level

, her vision warping as gravity itself shifted.

She gritted her teeth.

"Not. Yet."

With a mental command, her

cards reshaped

, forming into a

single, massive blade

.

She

drove it into the ground

—and a shockwave of magic

rippled outward

,

breaking Varcen’s control for a split second

.

That was all she needed.

Theia’s Strike

Theia

vanished in a blur

,

reappearing behind Varcen

with her daggers

plunging toward his spine

.

But Varcen

anticipated it.

He

twisted

, his hand

crackling with dark lightning

, and

caught her by the throat mid-strike

.

"A shame,"

he murmured, his grip

tightening

.

"You’re fast. But I am faster."

Theia

struggled

, her daggers dropping from her hands as blue lightning

ripped through her body

.

Seraphis

saw red.

"LET HER GO!"

Her

playing cards exploded outward

, reshaping into a

storm of razor-sharp daggers

that hurled toward Varcen with

blinding speed

.

He

released Theia just in time to conjure a barrier

—but he had

made a mistake.

Releasing Theia

left him open.

Seraphis

closed the distance instantly

, her final card

morphing into a spear

, and she

drove it straight into his chest

.

Varcen

staggered

, his eyes widening.

Blood

dripped from his lips

as he looked down at the weapon embedded in his heart.

"Impossible…"

Seraphis twisted the spear,

ripping through his core

.

Reality shattered.

The pocket dimension

collapsed

, and they were

back in the ruins of Eldros

—Varcen’s body now impaled on the remnants of a broken pillar.

He coughed,

his power unraveling

, his body

dissolving into dust

.

"I was… a god…"

Seraphis

watched without emotion

as his form

crumbled away, leaving nothing but silence.

The Aftermath

Theia sat on a broken stone,

panting heavily, smoke still rising from her burned clothing.

"I hate mages,"

she grumbled.

Seraphis chuckled, wiping the blood from her weapons.

"You say that every time."

Theia shot her a glare, then sighed.

"Fine. That was… intense."

Seraphis looked at the sky, where the storm had begun to clear.

Another name

crossed off the list

.

Another monster

dead

.

But there were still

more to hunt.

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