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Chapter 344: The Stormcaller’s Price
A Meeting in the Shadows
The streets of Blackwater Bay were silent under the moon’s silver glow.
The air smelled of salt and filth, a mixture of the ocean’s breath and the grime of civilization.
Few dared to walk these streets alone—especially at this hour.
But one man did.
Wrapped in a dark cloak, his face hidden beneath a hood, he moved with purpose, his steps barely making a sound.
This was an informant, a shadowed figure who served those with gold and power.
And tonight, he had a message to deliver.
The Hideout of a Legend
He arrived at a secluded alley, the path ending at an old, abandoned chapel.
Its wooden doors hung ajar, rotting with time.
Yet, the moment he stepped inside, the air changed.
A heavy pressure settled around him, as if the very atmosphere bowed to the presence within.
At the center of the ruined chapel, a man stood—Stormcaller.
The Man Who Commands Lightning
Stormcaller was unlike any other.
He wore a long coat of deep blue, trimmed with silver.
His hair was white as thunderclouds, and his eyes burned with a faint electric glow.
Lightning danced across his fingertips, tiny sparks crackling between his gloved hands.
He exuded an aura of raw power, the air itself humming with unseen energy.
Without turning, he spoke.
"You took your time."
His voice was smooth, but there was a dangerous undertone beneath it.
The informant stiffened, but quickly recovered.
"I bring an offer, one you’ll want to hear."
Stormcaller finally turned, his glowing eyes settling on the man.
"Then speak."
A Contract of Death
"My master wishes to hire you," the informant said, his tone steady.
Stormcaller raised a brow.
"And who does your master want dead?"
The informant hesitated for a brief second.
Then, he said the name.
"Seraphis."
The air shifted, the very candles flickering from the unseen force of Stormcaller’s presence.
He let the name linger, rolling it over in his mind.
"I've heard of her," he said at last.
"A pirate. A conqueror. The one they call White Raven."
His lips curled into a smirk.
"Interesting choice."
The Price of Power
The informant reached into his cloak and withdrew a pouch of gold.
"A down payment," he explained, tossing it onto the table.
Stormcaller didn’t even glance at it.
Instead, he crossed his arms.
"This mission will cost 2,000 gold coins."
The informant blinked, though he expected a high price.
"That can be arranged."
Stormcaller finally moved, stepping closer.
"You do understand," he said in a low, charged voice, "that you’re asking me to go after a woman with an army?"
The informant nodded.
"She has built a fortress. A fleet. She has magic protecting her."
Another nod.
"And yet… your master believes she can still die."
A pause.
Then, the informant grinned.
"Everything dies, Stormcaller."
A Dangerous Agreement
Stormcaller chuckled, a low, dangerous sound.
He extended a hand, and electricity surged from his palm.
The gold coins in the pouch lifted into the air, dancing within the web of lightning.
Then, with a crackling snap, he let them fall back into the bag.
"Tell your master," he said, voice laced with amusement, "that I accept."
The informant gave a slight bow.
"She will be pleased."
And with that, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Stormcaller alone once more.
The Calm Before the Storm
As soon as the door creaked shut, Stormcaller strode to a large window, staring out into the night.
Lightning flashed in the distance, illuminating the dark sea beyond the city.
"Seraphis…"
Her name tasted like a challenge on his tongue.
A storm was coming.
And this time…
It wouldn’t be her hunting others.
It would be him.
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