Ruinous Return: Book 1 by SerasStreams & Alex Econome

Author:SerasStreams & Alex Econome [SerasStreams & Econome, Alex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mango Media LLC
Published: 2025-02-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter thirty-six

Bolvon sat up as his name was called. He rolled out of his bed and threw on his leather armor, fastened his knife belt and bandolier with throwing daggers, darts, and an unstrung shortbow with a quiver to his belt and back. He opened the door to his chambers, and the spymaster Velenna was standing in front of it. He bowed to the shorter woman. “Yes?”

“Lady Rivers demands the death of Poweno of the Conclave of the Fortress.”

Finally! A chance to prove my devotion. Bolvon nodded. “Where is he?”

“He’s leaving Lynhold. Her bodyguards are trailing him. Not more than a minute ago.”

Bolvon nodded and ran down the hall as the spymaster stepped aside. “En ethiel an le / thalion min / an dautho nin ennas.” He incanted the spell and felt his mana surge into his body, increasing his muscle density and pushing himself to greater speed. Half of my mana left, he thought. “En ethiel an le / thalion min / leithio nin padad / sui gwathren.” His body blurred and was cloaked in darkness as he gained even more speed, blending with the darkness as he became a shadow on the wall.

He dashed through the dread fortress, passing by the two bodyguards without them even noticing his passage like a wraith. He caught up with Poweno with ease, but the old warrior must have sensed something was off, as he wheeled to the side and swung a wild haymaker. Bolvon dropped his spell and stabbed forward with his dagger, piercing the man’s jugular.

The older warrior collapsed, dead, on the floor, his vital fluids seeping out. Bolvon knelt and harvested his mana core. Mission accomplished.

The bodyguards ran up behind him. “How’d you pass us?” Gael asked.

Bolvon laughed as he turned to face his friend. “What’s the matter? Didn’t see me, Gael?”

Gael shook his head and grinned. “As always, hiding and slinking around in the darkness.”

Bolvon shrugged and held his hands out to the side, the dagger in his right hand dripping ichor still. “What can I say? Not every Duskari is made for the frontlines.” He grinned and switched to a taunting voice. “Just like not every Duskari is made for the Destroyer’s bed.”

Gael let out a barking laugh, and Vael walked past the two as she grabbed Poweno’s body. “Dead,” she stated, dragging the body behind her. “Good kill.”

“Ah, Vael. Always the serious one. Always focusing on the objective,” Bolvon said with mirth.

“I’m glad that Lady Rivers found a good use for your talents,” she stated courteously.

Bolvon nodded. “So am I. I live to serve our goddess.” Plus, he thought, she only wanted one assassin. That means I can really carve out a name for myself. He had been mulling over an idea and turned on his heel to report his success.

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