The assassins saw the glow around Adrian. The shifting mist. The silver-black light in his eyes.
One of them whispered, voice trembling, "Bound Star…"
A heartbeat passed—and then Adrian vanished.
He reappeared mid-air above the rooftop, his sword already descending. The first rooftop assassin barely raised his blade before Adrian's strike cleaved through him, splitting his weapon and chest in a single stroke. Blood sprayed across the tiles as the man crumpled.
The second rooftop assassin spun to flee, but Adrian flicked his fingers. A tendril of soul-forged mist whipped out, wrapping around the man's ankle mid-leap. It yanked him back, slamming him into the roof like a rag doll. Adrian descended, his boots touching the tiles softly beside the assassin's broken form.
