The Assassins Guild was supposed to be a myth to the masses, their true identity known only to a select few.
They who had mastered the art of killing ensured that their target would disappear and none would be the wiser.
Such was the case for the two thousand years they had been in existence.
Unfortunately, due to the death of the Figure, they had lost what made them unique, what allowed them to stay hidden from the public eye, and in their quest to bring the Figure back, they found themselves out in the open, on an unfamiliar playing field.
It was unfair, or at least, that was what Thanatos thought as he watched his fellows get slaughtered by the creature ahead.
He had thought he had mastered death, but only now did he understand that he was wrong.
His mastery was over killing, someone else held the master over death, and that someone was currently standing ahead, ensuring they understood that fact.
