The First Hunter
546 Words
The rain had not stopped.
Thunder rolled across the skies above Eryndor City.
Inside the black luxury car, silence filled the cabin.
Kairo sat by the window, watching the city lights blur through the rain.
Across from him sat the nervous man who had greeted him moments earlier.
His name was Victor Hale.
One of the few people in the world who still served the Obsidian Throne.
Even now, he struggled to meet Kairo's eyes.
"How many?" Kairo asked.
Victor immediately understood.
"At least twelve major factions have confirmed your return."
Kairo remained silent.
Victor continued.
"The Crimson Veil."
"The Iron Syndicate."
"The Ashborn Clan."
"The Silver Order."
"Even the Black Council."
A pause followed.
Then Victor added quietly,
"And Darius Kane."
The atmosphere inside the vehicle grew heavier.
For a moment, neither man spoke.
Finally, Kairo looked away from the window.
"What about the Hounds?"
Victor's face tightened.
"They've already moved."
Kairo nodded.
That was expected.
The Hounds were not an organization.
They were killers.
Elite assassins trained for one purpose—
hunting powerful targets.
And once they accepted a contract, they never stopped.
Most people feared them.
Kairo did not.
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Elsewhere.
An abandoned warehouse stood near the industrial district.
The building looked forgotten.
Dead.
Empty.
But inside—
men were waiting.
Eight heavily armed assassins occupied the shadows.
Their leader sat calmly on a wooden crate.
A giant man covered in scars.
His name was Rex Voss.
One of the Hounds.
A killer responsible for more than fifty confirmed assassinations.
A young assassin approached him.
"Target confirmed."
Rex opened one eye.
"Location?"
"The eastern bridge."
The giant stood slowly.
His joints cracked loudly.
Around him, the other assassins prepared their weapons.
Knives.
Silenced pistols.
Carbon-steel blades.
The hunt had begun.
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Meanwhile.
The black sedan carrying Kairo approached a deserted bridge crossing the river.
Rain poured relentlessly.
Victor checked his phone.
Then his face paled.
"Young Master."
Kairo didn't move.
"We have company."
The driver suddenly slammed the brakes.
SCREECH!
The car stopped violently.
Several black SUVs blocked the road ahead.
More vehicles appeared behind them.
They were trapped.
Victor cursed under his breath.
The doors of the SUVs opened.
Men stepped out.
One after another.
Armed.
Masked.
Dangerous.
Eight assassins.
And at their center stood Rex.
The giant smiled.
"Well."
His voice was deep and rough.
"The famous ghost doesn't look very impressive."
Victor reached for a weapon.
But Kairo raised a hand.
Victor froze instantly.
Then—
Kairo opened the car door.
And stepped into the rain.
Alone.
Thunder flashed overhead.
The assassins exchanged glances.
Some laughed.
Others smirked.
Rex cracked his neck.
"You know who we are?"
Kairo looked at him calmly.
"The Hounds."
Rex grinned.
"Then you know why we're here."
Kairo nodded once.
"To die."
The smile vanished from Rex's face.
The other assassins looked stunned.
Then several burst into laughter.
Rex's eyes narrowed.
"You've got courage."
"No."
Kairo's voice was calm.
"You've made a mistake."
For a second—
nobody moved.
Then Rex roared.
"Kill him!"
The assassins charged.
Eight killers rushing forward through the rain.
Blades gleaming.
Guns rising.
Murder in their eyes.
Victor felt his heart stop.
But Kairo simply stood there.
Motionless.
Waiting.
And when the first assassin reached him—
he finally moved.
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