Chapter 93 – Blades in the Dark

The alleys were silent now. Only the drip of rainwater and the fading echoes of chaos remained. Kael steadied his breath, keeping the shadows coiled but leashed. Aria touched his arm, her voice low.

“You can’t keep running forever. Sooner or later—”

Her words cut short.

A presence pressed against them like a blade at the throat. Familiar. Unforgiving.

From the rooftop, he dropped—silent, deliberate. A black cloak brushing the stones. His hand rested on the hilt of a sword Kael knew too well.

“Running suits you,” Serin said, voice calm, mocking. “But you don’t run like prey anymore. That… unsettles me.”

Kael’s grip tightened, shadows rippling. “Then you should leave while you still can.”

For a moment, their gazes locked. Two killers born of broken fates.

Aria felt it too—the air bent around them, like reality itself was bracing for collision.

But Serin only smirked. He stepped back into the shadows, fading without a sound.

“Not tonight,” his voice echoed. “When we fight, Kael… it will be when belief itself turns against you.”

And then he was gone.

Kael exhaled, though his chest still burned with fury. Not from fear—but from the weight of inevitability. Their paths were tied. And when Serin struck next… it would shatter more than just flesh and steel.