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Chapter 153: Revenge

Chapter 153: Revenge

They say revenge is best served cold.

For weeks, Sanctuary City had been under siege, not by armies, not by war, but by shadows.

Every dawn, a new corpse was discovered.

Every night, another high-ranking guild member fell.

They knew who the enemy was, they knew who was attacking them, but knowing them did not translate to stopping them. Despite devising one plan after the other, they could not stop them.

Aria and her cohort of assassins had turned the city of the powerful into a hunting ground, a place of fear, and now...

She had set her sights on the biggest target of them all. Jonathan.

Jonathan wasn’t just another guild member. No, he was the captain of team Scarlet Rose, a bonafide veteran pro player of the English Pro Alliance.

And most importantly though, he was the mastermind behind the top guilds’ coordinated suppression of Echelon’s rise in the Heavenly Domain.

He was the reason why Aria’s Reckless Storm was killed, losing a weapon in the process. He was the main target of Aria’s ire and vengeful pursuit.

Not just a pro player, but a calculating strategist, and the one man everyone in the alliance deferred to.

Killing him wasn’t just an assassination.

It was a declaration of war, but who cares?

Aria was ready.

...

Midnight...

Jonathan sat in the War Hall of Sanctuary Keep, surrounded by a dozen elite guards and four of the top guild leaders.

A war council was underway, a final meeting to regain control of the city and put an end to the assassinations.

Jonathan yawned. He was tired, having just played a grueling Pro Alliance game that Scarlet Rose barely won. He wanted to end this war council as fast as possible so he could catch up on his quality sleep.

No matter how entertaining he thought taking on his old rival, Noah seemed, in the end he was still a pro player under contract with obligations.

He was obligated to play at his best for Scarlet Rose in every professional game, and as the captain of such a big team, he had to set an example.

This was why he never played with his sleep time.

The doors of the War Hall were sealed, the room enchanted with barriers upon barriers, every possible entrance fortified.

This was a fortress within a fortress.

No one could get in, no one except Aria, and her crew.

Jonathan had prepared for everything, just before going to sleep. Afterall, most of the assassinations happened when he was already asleep.

Having played against him as a rival for so many years, his enemies knew him, including his sleep schedule like the back of their hand.

But today, Aria had planned for him.

The guards, the barriers, the patrols, none of it mattered. Because Aria had already infiltrated, before the meeting even began.

As Jonathan and the other guild leaders sat at their long, polished table, unraveling their strategy, they failed to notice the subtle distortions in the room.

They failed to see the faint shimmer in the shadows.

They failed to hear the whisper of movement above them.

Until it was too late.

Jonathan felt it first... the cold edge of steel against his throat.

The shock hit him like ice, his body stiffening, instincts screaming at him...

Assassins!

But how?!

In normal RPG games, the cold edge of steel against a throat did not mean much since it could not wipe out all of an Avatar’s HP.

Not in Warstar though.

In Warstar, insta-kill was a very high probability, and it was influenced not by equipment, not by items, but skill.

With the right amount of skill and timing, and with the Assassination skill, slitting a player’s throat could prove extremely lethal, dealing damage far above normal and insta-killing any Avatar.

This was why Jonathan tensed at the touch of the blade.

Before he could react, before anyone in the room could process the nightmare unfolding, it began.

Death descended.

Nightingale struck first. A bolt of shadow magic exploded in the room, shrouding the chamber in pure darkens. And then, a heartbeat later...

Noah moved.

Aetherforge sliced through the air in its battle lance form, cutting down the nearest bodyguard before he even registered what was happening.

Caleb unleashed the demons.

Hell’s Key opened, and twisted infernal entities erupted into the war room, ripping through defenses, disrupting spells, and sowing chaos.

The council was in disarray, elite warriors scrambling, spells flaring.

And in that chaos, in that split second of disorder, Aria struck...

But Jonathan was no ordinary player.

A pro, a warrior, a legend, an active one.

As soon as he felt the blade at his throat, he acted.

Aria let it though. If she wanted, she would have assassinated him before he knew what happened, but no, that was not what she wanted.

That would be letting him off the hook.

Aria wanted him to know, wanted him to feel helplessness, just as she felt, even in the skin of his God level Avatar, before he died.

This was why she let him react.

Maybe Jonathan also knew this too, but it didn’t matter, he still reacted to protect his life and maybe coordinate his allies, could he?

With a surge of movement, he spun, shattering the illusion of helplessness, his long sword roaring to life in a brilliant arc of divine energy, almost at the same time his shield materializing to life in his left arm.

But Aria was faster.

She ducked low, dodging the attack, one of her swords whipping through the air in a brutal counter...

CLANG!

Steel met steel.

Jonathan’s eyes narrowed, muscles tensing as he recognized his opponent.

He already guessed it, but confirming that it was the real thing, he tensed. His greatest fear had come true.

Aria had come for him.

And for that vengeful fiend to come for him this deep in his territory, despite knowing the defenses, the number of enemies, she must be reasonably confident in her chances of killing him.

’Damnation!’ He cursed.