Chapter 111
The cloaked figure didn't hesitate.
The moment he saw me, he adjusted his stride, dagger drawn, and charged. No words, no threats. It was almost refreshing, honestly. None of the cult's usual dramatics. No chants or floating or monstrous creatures. Just a man in a robe sprinting down a palace hallway, looking to add one more dead body to his tab.
As they closed the distance, torchlight revealed this wasn't another mist puppet like before. This was a living, breathing human. A Void cultist, dressed in the same shabby dark robes as all the others I'd encountered, the fabric frayed at the edges like it had been chewed by rats.
