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

The capital’s golden towers shone under the moonlight, but for Seraphis, the city was nothing more than a den of corrupt vipers hiding behind silk curtains.

Tonight, another one would fall.

A Hunter in the Skies

In her white raven form, Seraphis perched on the highest spire of an abandoned clock tower, her sharp eyes locked onto the carriage waiting outside a noble estate.

Her target?

Count Darion Vale.

A man dripping with wealth, power, and a trail of blood that led to countless missing people.

But tonight, Seraphis wasn’t after him.

She was after his daughter.

Lady Annalise Vale.

Spoiled. Cruel. A woman who treated human lives like playthings.

Seraphis had heard the stories—kidnapped commoners, mutilated servants, corpses found with twisted grins carved into their faces.

And tonight?

She was heading out for another night of "fun."

The Chase Begins

Annalise stepped into her luxurious black carriage, her laughter echoing as her guards closed the doors.

With a crack of the reins, the horses charged into the night, carrying her toward some remote location where she would indulge in whatever sadistic amusement she had planned.

Seraphis spread her wings.

And took off.

The wind howled as she flew high above, following the carriage as it rumbled down a lonely forest path. Her vision pierced through the night, tracking the flickering lantern inside.

After a long ride, the carriage finally came to a stop.

A secluded hunting lodge deep in the woods.

Perfect.

Slaughter in the Moonlight

Seraphis dove from the sky, shifting back into her human form just before landing.

Her feet touched the dirt road without a sound.

The lodge was surrounded by armed guards, their torches flickering against the trees.

Seraphis counted them. Fifteen men.

They wouldn’t see tomorrow.

She stepped forward, drawing three of her metal playing cards between her fingers.

The first fell with a whisper of steel through the air. A silent kill.

The second gurgled as her card slit his throat.

The third barely had time to blink before a card embedded itself in his skull.

The alarm was raised.

But it was already over.

Seraphis moved like a shadow, weaving between them, her blades flashing.

Steel clashed. Blood sprayed. Bodies dropped one by one.

And then—silence.

The only one left was Annalise.

The Kidnapping

The noblewoman staggered back, her perfect face now twisted with pure terror.

"W-Wait! Please!" she gasped, falling to her knees. "I’ll pay you! Whatever you want!"

Seraphis tilted her head. "I want you to die screaming."

Annalise screamed.

She tried to run, but Seraphis was already behind her.

A sharp crack—Seraphis slammed the pommel of her dagger against the back of her head.

Annalise collapsed.

Seraphis grabbed her by the collar and dragged her into the forest.

Destination?

A cave.

A Noble’s Despair

By dawn, a messenger arrived at Count Vale’s estate.

He handed the noble a letter sealed in blood.

Inside?

A threat.

A warning.

And something else.

As Count Vale unfolded the letter, something wet and soft fell onto his desk.

A severed hand.

His daughter’s hand.

The count stared in horror, his face draining of color.

Then—

A roar of pure rage.

He flung a chair across the room, shattering a glass window.

"GET MY MEN!" he bellowed. "WE’RE GOING TO FIND HER!"

Within minutes, an army of knights was on horseback, riding toward the cave mentioned in the letter.

Too Late

They arrived at midnight, torches illuminating the cave’s black entrance.

Swords drawn, they stormed inside—

And froze.

There, in the center of the cave, knelt Lady Annalise.

Her body tied with thick ropes.

Her head resting beside her lifeless body.

Both of her hands severed, placed neatly on her lap.

A single candle flickered beside her, casting eerie shadows on the cave walls.

And leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, was Seraphis.

Smirking.

"Glad you could make it to the party," she purred.

The count’s screams of agony filled the cave.

But Seraphis?

She was already gone, slipping into the shadows as chaos erupted.