On Bianca's hands, silver needles glinted with a cold light. All ten fingers moved as one, sending the needles slicing through the air toward the men in black robes. Every single one sank into their foreheads, a perfect bullseye.
THUD—THUD—THUD—
The men in black robes standing across from Seraphina Ashworth toppled over like dominoes, one after another. The remaining assassins were left completely stunned.
Before they could even recover, Caden Reginald made his move. He formed a claw with his right hand as a surge of purple-gold Inner Strength rapidly condensed in his palm. Then, with a casual wave, he unleashed it.
Wherever the purple-gold Inner Strength swept, no man in black was left alive.
In less than fifteen minutes, the floor was covered with the bodies of the men in black robes. The stench of blood instantly permeated the entire corridor.
"How dare you!" a furious voice boomed from nearby.
