The air in the cavern was heavy with incense and malice. I stood before the dais, my [Nemesis] mask hiding the tension in my jaw.
The Hooded Leader descended the steps, stopping just inches from me. He smelled of expensive cologne beneath the rot of the crypt—a noble's scent.
"You have proven yourself capable, Nemesis," the Leader said, his voice a distorted, magical baritone. "You disposed of the Alchemist without hesitation. Now, you will perform the final act of devotion."
He reached into his robes and pulled out a dagger. It wasn't the jagged, rusty blade I'd used on Thomas. This was a ceremonial weapon, the blade made of translucent, purple crystal that pulsed with a sick light.
[Void-Glass Dagger]. It leaves no wound, the Leader explained. It severs the soul directly from the body.
He handed it to me.
You will assassinate the Emperor.
I took the dagger. It felt cold, vibrating against my gloves.
