Grand High General Commander Jafadi strode into his private
bathing chamber, letting the bluster of the role of Supreme Ruler slowly leave
him as he removed his stupidly ostentatious dress uniform. The clinking of
medals hitting the tiles allowed the assassin to sneak up on him, the first he
knew of his impeding death was the knife against his throat.
The Ruler didn’t panic.
“If I die, the entire region will descend into chaos,
dragging the world into war. Do you-“
The assassin snorted.
“You killed my beloved twenty-five years ago today. The
world can go hang.”
The murderer sliced.
Awesome!!
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