The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1173

From the message Robin received on the Dark Web, a chilling sense of certainty gripped him. The factions of the World of Darkness were stirring, their movements subtle but unmistakable, lurking in the shadows like predators on the hunt.

He had made his intentions clear to the world before he struck—bait, meant to draw them out. He wanted them to show themselves, to reveal their true faces.

At the same time, it was a warning—a sharp reminder to those killers still lurking in the darkness that they could no longer hide. One by one, they would be forced into the open.

Fear, he knew, would be the key. Only a shock of such magnitude could instill the terror he sought.

Once they feared him, they would unite. The factions would form an alliance, their combined strength focused on Divine Drakebane.

Robin would not have to hunt them down, one by one.

The plan was unfolding perfectly. His bold move toward Borealis had sent ripples through the dark waters, a ripple that would spread far and wide.

Combined with the bloody purges in Sakurania and Elaria, it was enough to rattle even the most resolute.

The forces of darkness would converge in Snow Valley, all of them aiming for the same target: Divine Drakebane.

This was the chaos Robin had sought to sow.

The path of vengeance had been laid. Now, there would be no escape for any of them.

The Dark Web had confirmed his suspicions. Factions were already gathering in Snow Valley, each more dangerous than the last.

Robin understood the risks. Such a brazen display of power would undoubtedly stir unease among the elites.

Those who wore the mantle of justice—who claimed to safeguard humanity—would now see Divine Drakebane as a threat to their meticulously crafted order.

They might turn a blind eye, allowing the World of Darkness to deal with him in their own way, waiting for an opportunity to reap the rewards once the deed was done.

But if they saw that Divine Drakebane was too powerful to ignore, if the super martial art masters of the World of Darkness failed to make an impact, they would not hesitate to intervene.

They would offer their own strength to the dark forces, tipping the scales further against Robin.

If that came to pass, Robin knew the world's mightiest would turn their attention on him.

He had no guarantee of making it out alive or unscathed.

Even outnumbered, his resolve would never falter. Vengeance had a grip on him that no force could shake.

He would fight, no matter the odds, without hesitation, without mercy.

Robin and Shirley gathered their things and left the hotel, their footsteps echoing in the quiet halls.

Daphne and Rita had already taken flight to Draconia.

As they settled into their seats aboard the Centraline flight to Landorne, a man sitting across the aisle from them, clearly intrigued by Shirley's beauty, leaned in with a smile that was just a little too eager.

"Hey there," he said, his voice smooth.

"I'm Mario. Mind if we chat for a bit?"

Shirley offered a polite nod, subtly shifting closer to Robin as she turned her back on Mario's advances.

Mario hesitated, his eyes flickering over Robin with a brief calculating glance before continuing.. "Excuse me, miss," he said, his voice laced with a smile far too eager, "Could I trouble you for your number?"

He leaned forward just a bit, his smile stretching too wide. "I'm a member of the Hendelich family—one of the most influential in Mecria."

He seemed to relish the name drop, and then, with a tone that sought to impress, he added, "My cousin, General Simmond of Mecria, is well-known. You may have heard of him."

Mario inched closer, his charm a little too practiced. "Are you headed to Landorne, in Hawklore? If you are, I'd be happy to show you around. Be your guide, perhaps."

Shirley's brow furrowed slightly, her voice clipped, "I'm sorry, sir. I need some rest."

Her gaze remained fixed ahead, a clear dismissal hanging in the air, yet Mario, unshaken, pressed on.

"No need to apologize. Long flights can be tiring, I understand. Why don't we chat for a while? It'll help pass the time."

Robin, who had been quietly observing the exchange, turned on Mario with a sharpness in his tone that cut through the air like a blade. "Shut up," he snapped, his voice barely above a growl. "Didn't you hear my fiancée ask you to be quiet?"

Mario's eyes widened in surprise, and his body shifted, going on the defensive. "How rude," he muttered, visibly bristling, but before he could say more, two hulking figures flanking him rose to their feet.

The air thickened with the tension as they spoke in cold, commanding voices. "Apologize to Mr. Mario."

Mario dismissed Shirley with a wave of his hand, continuing his smug tone, "Don't worry, miss. These two are my bodyguards. This man just needs to apologize, and we can all enjoy a peaceful journey."

The corner of Robin's mouth curled into a sneer. "Apologize to your—" He cut himself off with a growl, his temper snapping. "Shut up. If you don't, I'll throw you both off this plane."

At his words, the bodyguards' posture shifted.

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