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

The night air was thick with the scent of rain and rot as Seraphis moved silently through the slums. The ruins of the old cathedral loomed ahead, its once-grand structure now a shattered husk of stone and ivy.

A fortress beneath a church… fitting.

She crouched on a nearby rooftop, her white hair blending with the pale moonlight.

Her silver eyes scanned the area.

Mercenaries patrolled the ruins, their boots crunching against loose rubble. Their armor was mismatched—pieces stolen from fallen soldiers, bandits, and bounty hunters. But their weapons were polished, well-maintained.

Not just common thugs.

She counted at least thirty men.

The entrance was an old stone staircase, leading underground, flanked by two massive brutes wielding greatswords.

Seraphis smirked.

Getting in wouldn’t be a problem.

But getting out?

That depended on Lord V.

Shadows and Steel

She moved fast.

A single leap, and she was behind the first guard.

Before he could turn—

SLK!

Her playing card slid across his throat, blood spilling over his armor.

The second brute barely had time to grunt before her dagger plunged into his skull.

The bodies hit the ground without a sound.

Seraphis descended the staircase, her footsteps light, her pulse steady.

The underground fortress was massive.

Torches lined the stone walls, casting dancing shadows across bloodstained floors. The corridors twisted and turned, leading deeper into the underworld of the capital.

She could hear muffled voices ahead.

Guards.

She pressed against the wall, listening.

"Lord V’s in the chamber," one of them muttered. "Said he’s expecting trouble tonight."

"Of course he is. That crazy b*tch’s been carving through the nobles like a damn butcher."

Seraphis grinned.

She stepped into the light.

The guards barely had time to react.

The first one’s skull split open as a playing card whipped through his forehead.

The second tried to draw his sword—

Too slow.

She closed the distance in a heartbeat, her blade slashing across his gut.

His insides spilled onto the floor.

The rest of the guards?

They never even saw her.

The Throne of a Dead Man

The doors to the chamber were huge, reinforced with steel and magic.

Seraphis didn’t bother knocking.

She lifted a single playing card—

And flicked it.

BOOM!

The explosion shattered the doors.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

As it cleared, she stepped forward, her silhouette outlined in the chaos.

At the center of the room sat Lord V.

A tall man, clad in black and gold, with piercing red eyes.

His fingers tapped against the armrest of his chair, his expression calm.

"Seraphis," he mused. "I was wondering when you’d arrive."

She smirked.

"And here I thought I’d have to hunt you down."

Lord V stood, his presence commanding.

"You’ve killed my men," he said. "You’ve butchered my allies."

Seraphis rolled her neck.

"You make it sound like a bad thing."

Lord V sighed.

"You’ve caused quite the mess."

Seraphis grinned.

"I’m not done yet."

Lord V’s eyes darkened.

"Neither am I."

He moved.

Fast.

Seraphis barely dodged as his blade whistled past her neck.

Not just a noble. A warrior.

She twisted, launching a flurry of playing cards—

Lord V deflected them all.

His sword flickered, a shadowy aura wrapping around it.

"Magic, huh?" Seraphis mused. "Cute."

Lord V’s expression didn’t change.

Then—

He vanished.

Seraphis reacted instantly.

She spun—

CLANG!

Her dagger met his blade, sparks flying.

Lord V’s strength was monstrous.

Her arms strained against the pressure—

But she didn’t break.

Instead, she laughed.

"Not bad," she said. "But let’s see how long you last."

Blood and Ash

The fight was relentless.

Steel clashed against steel.

Lord V moved like a phantom, his sword a blur of shadow and death.

Seraphis countered with speed, precision, and magic.

She feinted left—

Then flicked a card at his eye.

Lord V dodged, but—

SLK!

A second card sliced his cheek open.

His eyes narrowed.

He attacked again, his sword coated in black flames.

Seraphis dropped low, spinning—

Her heel slammed into his ribs.

Lord V staggered.

She followed up—

A dagger to the gut.

SHLK!

Lord V gasped.

Blood bloomed from the wound.

Seraphis leaned in, her breath warm against his ear.

"Checkmate."

Then she twisted the blade.

Lord V collapsed, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Seraphis wiped the blood from her hands, smiling.

"One down," she murmured. "Who’s next?"

She turned toward the shadows—

Because she wasn’t alone.

More enemies were waiting.

And Seraphis?

She was ready.