Rustle rustle…

The sound of rustling leaves entered my ears. Here they come!

Assassin’s Creed finally appeared when the countdown reached 5 seconds. I saw him and a dozen more assassins dashing toward the castle gate while stealthed. Clearly, he was plotting to lurk within the castle and make some trouble for us.

I stood casually at the entrance with the Chill of the Nine Provinces resting snugly on my shoulder. Falling purple red maple leaves glided past my eyes, landed on my shoulders, and slowly slid down my bloody cloak. I glimpsed a smile on Assassin’s Creed’s face from the corner of my eye. The guy must have thought that I was overconfident, and that my Dark Pupils had failed to pierce his stealth.

Swhoosh!

When the time came, I took one small step to the side. One step was all it took to force Assassin’s Creed into an unavoidable collision with me.

"Fuck!"

Assassin’s Creed raised both arms and prepared to make it past me by force. He activated Dance of Death to massively increase his speed before slashing toward my neck with his daggers.

The corners of my mouth curled into a smirk, and a chill overtook Assassin’s Creed’s heart!

Swhoosh!

A red light appeared right beneath Assassin’s...