A blast of ripped the hall apart, consuming his body entirely.
Seth was hurled back, slammed into a ruined stall. His aura saved him from being shredded, but the force rattled his bones.
When the smoke cleared, only a scorched crater remained where the Harbinger’s body had been.
Seth rose slowly, panting, blood dripping from new wounds. His fists trembled at his sides.
“They… silenced him.”
Of course they had. The Black Market wouldn’t risk secrets spilling out. Disposable assassins, loyal to death.
Seth clenched his fists tighter, nails digging into his palms until blood mixed with the fire flickering across his skin.
The answer was clear.
“The Market.” His voice was low, venomous. “You bastards don’t trust me anymore. You want me gone.”
He spat into the ashes, eyes burning with
