The Assassination of Chaol

Robynn, Asthenosthene, and Vaughn stared at the three swords before them. Othello stared at Asty with a heavy heart knowing he, too, was nearing his end. In his veins, Chaol’s blood surged, and therefore, if he falls to close his eyes, then so will he.

“W-What are these for..?” Asty looked at Vaughn who was beside her. “W-Why are these swords in front of us? What are we going to do with it..?”

Vaugh took a deep breath and took the sword. He carefully places his arm near it and slashes his skin. A bright, red liquid flowed through the blade, slowly making it turn into a shade of rouge.

“V-Vaughn? What are you doing..?”

“This will hurt a bit,” he told her and gently took her arm. “Close your eyes and tell me if it hurts too much.”

Vaughn slowly pricks her finger with a needle. Asty didn’t feel anything as her blood dripped to the floor. He takes her fing