The man stood up slowly, wiping Caden’s blood from his cracked mask. He looked down at the legendary Ghost whispered amongst assassins, who was now nothing more than a shivering heap in the mud.
He raised his sword high, ready to end him.
"Garrick will pay a fortune for your life," the man said, his voice thick with greed. “But I’d rather you're dead,”
Caden could feel the poison reaching his heart, slowing the beat until it was just a dull thud.
He couldn't move.
He couldn't breathe.
The blade began to descend.
Suddenly, the sound of a heavy crossbow thundering through the air broke the silence.
The leader’s head snapped back as a thick arrow buried itself in his iron mask. He didn't even have time to scream before the sword fell from his hands, clattering harmlessly into the gr
