"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin"

The Avalon Estate stood tall at the heart of the noble district, its towering spires and gilded gates a symbol of wealth and power. But tonight, it would be reduced to nothing but a memory soaked in blood.

Seraphis moved through the moonlit streets, her black uniform blending into the shadows, the white raven insignia on her arms barely visible in the dim glow of the lanterns. The weight of what she was about to do did not faze her—these nobles had stolen lives, turned people into monsters, and sold human souls like cattle.

They thought they were untouchable.

Tonight, she would prove them wrong.

The Infiltration

The first two guards never saw her coming.

A flick of her wrist, and two of her razor-sharp playing cards whistled through the air, embedding themselves in their throats. The only sound was a soft gurgle before their bodies crumpled to the cobblestone.

She moved quickly, scaling the high walls with the grace of a phantom. A single silent leap, and she landed on the rooftop balcony, crouching low as her eyes scanned the dimly lit corridors inside.

Her hands moved on instinct—cards, daggers, silence.

One by one, the guards inside fell, their bodies dragged into the shadows before they could alert anyone. The estate was large, but Seraphis had memorized its layout before coming. She knew exactly where to go.

She reached a lavish sitting room, its walls lined with paintings of dead ancestors—men who had likely been just as corrupt and cruel as their descendants.

A nobleman sat at a desk, pen in hand, signing documents in candlelight.

Before he could lift his head, a cold blade pressed against his throat.

“Speak,” she whispered, her voice sharp as steel.

His hands shook, ink spilling across the parchment. “W-who are you?”

She applied slight pressure, feeling his pulse quicken beneath the edge of her dagger.

“You know exactly who I am.”

His breath hitched. “You’re—”

A clean slash, and his lifeless body slumped forward, blood soaking into the papers beneath him.

She moved before his corpse had time to cool.

The Bloodbath

Avalon Estate was filled with murderers, men and women who had orchestrated the kidnappings, the experiments, the horrors beneath the ruins.

None of them would leave this place alive.

Seraphis became a storm of death, her cards slicing through flesh, her daggers finding throats and hearts with effortless precision. The hallways became her hunting ground, the nobles and their personal guards barely having time to scream before their lives were snuffed out in silence.

She relished their terror—the realization that they were no longer the ones in control, that they were now the prey.

One noble tried to run, stumbling down the stairs in a desperate attempt to escape.

A card pierced his spine, sending him crashing face-first onto the marble floor. He gasped for breath, clawing at the ground as Seraphis walked up behind him.

“P-please… I had nothing to do with it,” he wheezed.

Seraphis knelt beside him, tilting her head. “Lies.”

A quick twist of her blade, and the house lost another corrupt soul.

The Cover-Up

By the time the moon hung high, the Avalon bloodline had been wiped from history.

But she wasn’t done yet.

She moved through the house, planting false evidence—bloodstained documents, forged letters, manufactured clues that would point to a mysterious outside force. She made it look like Avalon had been targeted, like they themselves had been the victims of the same kidnappers they had once controlled.

When the bodies were found, the city would assume they had been punished by an even greater force.

The nobility would be paralyzed with fear, and more importantly—the kidnappings would stop.

The Silent Dawn

As the first light of morning painted the city in gold and crimson, Seraphis watched from the rooftops.

Guards and nobles rushed to the estate, their faces pale with horror as they discovered the massacre.

Whispers would spread. Rumors of ghosts, of divine retribution, of a force that struck without warning and disappeared without a trace.

She smiled beneath her mask.

She had made an example of House Avalon.

And the city had gotten the message.

No one would be stolen from their homes again.

Seraphis turned, vanishing into the waking city.

Her work here was done.