The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1148

Until his death, Dubh never managed to touch the ancient relic he had pursued for half his life.

Not even at the end of his life did he die at the Drakebane's blade.

In this life, he died with regret.

The sun on the peak of Kirie Mountain still shone brightly.

Day after day, year after year, the mountain winds continued to blow aimlessly, indifferent to sorrow or joy.

Dubh's eyes, once full of life, turned blank.

In the end, he couldn't comprehend the truth of life.

Driven by an obsession with becoming the supreme martial artist, he spent his entire life sacrificing his integrity, morals, and very soul.

The truth of life was not what he had sought.

His insatiable desire to rise to the top and his endless worship of power had led him down a path that could not be reversed.

The fall of a grandmaster, who had once been the pride of the region, shook everyone present on the peak of Kirie Mountain.

The spectators watched as Divine Drakebane reduced the legendary, once-invincible grandmaster to nothing.

All that remained for the spectators was shock and awe.

All the glory Dubh had accumulated in his life amounted to nothing in that moment.

Life's accomplishments are fleeting.

When one cannot understand the mysteries of life and death during their lifetime, their life has been in vain.

The sun continued to blaze, and the mountain winds still howled.

But the foul scent of blood was now carried by the wind and filled the air, turning the rage, unwillingness, and shock of the crowd into an ice-cold stillness.

This silence was not mourning the fall of a grandmaster.

It was the mocking and lamenting of the path a great grandmaster had taken.

The battle on Kirie Mountain wasn't just a duel between masters—it was a one-sided slaughter by Robin.

The great grandmaster, once the pride of Elaria for half a century, was completely powerless before Robin, unable to even defend himself.

At the peak of Kirie Mountain and throughout all of Elaria, no one dared speak ill of Divine Drakebane.

In this world, those with strength rule.

All the anger, resentment, and humiliation faced in the face of such overwhelming strength were rendered meaningless.

Conall nervously scanned the surroundings at the top of Kirie Mountain, fearful that any officer with a weak disposition might be triggered by the sight before them and act irrationally.

At that moment, the whole country could suffer the same fate as Dubh—mercilessly slaughtered by Robin.

Robin had said it himself; his vengeance was never about mercy or the innocent.

His method of resolving problems was direct—through violence.

The violence was such that anyone daring to test their limits would fear for their lives.

Once someone crossed that line, Drakebane would exact ruthless revenge with no regard for the consequences, annihilating them without mercy.

Those who dared provoke him had no chance of backing out.

After receiving the information that nothing unusual happened, Conall still wasn't reassured.

He personally went to the command center in charge of the security operation.

He reiterated the orders from the Cabinet to the commanders.

Conall had to remind them once again to strictly prohibit any provocations or insults toward Robin.

He knew all too well that no one in this world could stop Robin's path of vengeance.

The suffocating silence at the peak of Kirie Mountain was heavy, as if nothing had ever happened.

Only the lingering scent of blood in the air served as a constant reminder to every onlooker—Divine Drakebane's rage still burned hot and fierce.

Kendrick quietly backed away, no longer daring to be angry.

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