Dead Apostles

"Die, tyrant!"

The man on the ground saw Leon's massive figure on the carriage and sprang into the air, drawing a dagger from his robes. Its blade was smeared with dark green slime, staining the entire edge a murky black. Suppressed magic flowed across it, carrying an ominous aura thick with curses.

Clovis's expression changed drastically beside the carriage door. He reacted at once and stepped forward to block him.

But the man was too fast. Clovis only saw an afterimage flash past him, whipping up a sharp gust of wind against his face.

He twisted his head around, staring in terror as the assassin landed steadily atop the chariot, the cold blade in his hand aimed at that towering figure...