Hadjar no longer even cared about the fact that this false god was also one of the Primordials. As soon as the assassin twitched, a dark, smoky veil erupted around him, woven from a noxious, black mist that possessed the metallic taste of spilled blood.
Visibility was reduced to the length of his own arm, and somewhere out there, in the darkness, prowled a hunter who had mistaken the General for prey...
Hadjar strained all his senses, knowing that, in this duel, his first misstep would be his last.
Without a sound, or any other ‘warning,’ the assassin struck, aiming for Hadjar’s throat. One of his blades seemingly materialized out of the darkness, giving him only a split second to react.
But Hadjar, who was being guided more by instincts honed through countless battles than by hearing
