Emperor's Reckoning

Lyon retracted his sword with his will as his gaze landed on the corpse.

The deadweight on the floor was nothing sort of average, he was one of the best assassins the tower could offer, yet the murderer didn't even know this fact. All he knew was that he tried to kill him and their group was probably on a hunt for a mother and daughter he tried to protect.

Lyon scratched his head, "Now what, this was not supposed to happen."

"But it did happen, no time to regret it now," said Shen on his shoulder.

He lightly bit his thumb as he scanned the room he was in. Despite the occupation of the assailant, the room was pretty neat to his liking. "I don't think it would be a great idea to just storm through like usual, this time the enemies are not stupid neither weak."

He recalled the event in which he was fighting against probably the big boss in this place. He barely scratched the surface of his skin at the time, not to mention that he had followers. Now that he didn't have another Returning Jade Stone at his disposal, escaping them would be a miracle.

Lyon raised his eyebrow as he noticed a mask on the floor. Picking up the hope to get out of this place, he wiped off the blood before wearing it on his face. He knew that this cover was not enough thus he scavenged the body for a spatial ring. "He must have some cloaks or something."

He found the spatial ring in one of the corpse's finger before pulling it off. With a thought, he took a good look at the spatial warehouse. He found some weapons, pills, armor, a piece of paper, and more useless things.

"Ah, there it is, a cloak."

It was made with a piece of fabric that covered his entire figure except for the mask. From the materials, it seemed almost the same as the one he was wearing underneath.

"Do you think this is going to work?" asked Shen.

"We don't have a choice, I must find my way back, Luna must be worried."

The true dragon smiled wryly at his grandson, in this time of urgency where his life might be at stake, he worried about something different entirely. He nodded before his figure became transparent.

Lyon approached the door before he halted, he felt a presence, three to be exact. Two were standing guard on the door while the other one was running toward this room. (This is not good! I don't know what his personality is like yet!).

"Ah, 9th Abyss sir, please, the master is still recuperating from an injury—"

One of the servants was interrupted by the door being slid open by Lyon before he took a step forward while closing it slowly. The man in front of him wore the same mask as his and there was no way of differentiating it between both of them.

Unlike Lyon, the man was a head taller than him and there was not any unique way to identify the man in front of him other than the height.

"Ah, master you are—"

Lyon waved his hand, a gesture familiar to any servants in the world.

"Tenth, is good that you are here, everyone else is waiting for your arrival, the meeting is about to start."

Lyon nodded in response only to get a crossed arms in reply. (He is suspecting something).

The man shook his head, before running through the hall. Lyon didn't have a moment to waste before following behind him. The best bet he could do now was to follow through with whatever fate threw at him.

The hall was quite bright with a natural window in the wall for every five steps. He noticed that they were running in a spiral before they reached the top of the floor where there was a round table set in the middle of an open room. He could see another stair leading up as he thought (That must be the room where I wrecked the place).

The seats were already numbered on the back and he knew where he belonged, however, the number nine said that the others were already here yet he saw no one but both of them. (Is he going to kill me?).

Lyon's body was tensed before a voice reverberated through the room.

"I see that you all here, please take a seat."

Like a shadow pouring into a wine glass, figures after figures instantly sat on their respective seats without slightly disturbing the airflow in the open room. Lyon palpitated, he was sure there was no place to hide in this place yet, here they were sitting right in front of him. They all wore the same mask and only their figure was different (So this is what real assassins' capability).

"Tenth, why are you nervous? I could hear your heartbeat from here."

Lyon glanced at the familiar masked man who was sitting right in the opposite of his. The big boss he once exchanged blows with. Only he had a different mask than the others.

"That might be my doing, I was concocting a pill for him, it might be the side effect."

Lyon landed his gaze at the voice which helped him bailed out of the situation. From the feature of her figure, it was definitely a woman, in her prime. He slightly recalled that he did saw a beautiful woman back then when he was here, though of course, her face was covered with a mask.

"Alright then, we are going to talk about the vacant spot the 7th Abyss left us a while ago," he looked at Lyon, "I know you've been eyeing on a higher spot."

Lyon gulped at the gaze the leader gave him. (What should I answer, should I accept it, should I reject it? What does it mean if I accept it?! Shit).