“Assassinations have to be discreet, understand?”
I nodded and kicked open the door, cross in hand.
Boom! Blinding holy light turned the night into day!
As long as you physically send every witness to the afterlife, it's the perfect assassination!
Looking at the charred remains scattered across the floor, the cult's mentor trembled and fell to his knees. “That's too cruel! You actually roasted the target's soul to pieces!”
I was just about to explain.
But the archbishop burst into wild laughter and offered me the Throne of the Abyss. Can I still clear my name now?
