"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin"-Chapter 345: The Gathering Storm
A Whisper on the Wind
The night air over
Raven Perch
was thick with the scent of salt and embers.
The
fortress stood strong
, its newly reinforced walls gleaming under the moonlight.
From her vantage point on the main tower,
Seraphis gazed out at the sea
, her sharp white eyes reflecting the endless waves.
A
cold wind
brushed against her face, carrying with it a whisper of something… unseen.
Something
foreboding
.
She exhaled slowly, then smirked.
"A little raven told me," she mused, "that they're sending someone to challenge us."
Her voice was calm, yet
filled with anticipation
.
She turned to
Lysara
, who stood at her side.
"A man by the name of Stormcaller."
Lysara’s
expression shifted
, her usual confidence giving way to something
more serious
.
A Name That Echoes
Lysara folded her arms, tilting her head slightly.
"I've heard of him," she admitted.
"He's quite
popular
among pirates… and feared among merchants."
Seraphis chuckled, her lips curving into an amused smile.
"Lovely," she said, a glint of excitement in her gaze.
"I'll add his head to the wall."
A Storm Approaches
She turned away from the sea,
marching down the steps of the tower
.
The fortress was
alive with activity
, her crew
sharpening weapons
, reinforcing defenses, and checking supplies.
She
signaled to her officers
, gathering them in the war room.
"Stormcaller is coming," she declared.
"A man with power over lightning, a pirate with a name that carries weight."
The officers exchanged glances.
Some nodded, others remained silent, their
expressions hardened
.
"But that doesn't matter," Seraphis continued.
"Because
this is Raven Perch
."
She
slammed a dagger into the table
, its blade sinking deep into the wood.
"And no one challenges us and lives."
Preparation for War
She turned to her weapons master.
"Double-check the
Arrowstorms
and the
Downstrike Crossbows
. Make sure they’re fully loaded."
The man nodded sharply.
"Lysara, I want all crew members
armed and ready
at a moment's notice. No one slacks off."
"Understood," Lysara replied.
She turned to another officer.
"Make sure the
barrier crystal
is fully charged. I want it active the moment his ship is in range."
"Yes, Captain."
Setting the Trap
Seraphis walked to the
fortress walls
, running a hand over the cold stone.
"If he's as powerful as they say, he'll think he has the upper hand."
She smiled.
"But we control the battlefield."
She gazed toward the horizon, her
sharp eyes scanning the dark waters
.
"Let him come," she whispered.
"And let him
fall
."
A Message to the Crew
That night, as the
fires burned within the fortress
, Seraphis stood before her crew.
They gathered in the courtyard,
a hundred strong
, their faces illuminated by torchlight.
She
raised a goblet of wine
, her voice carrying across the yard.
"Tomorrow, a fool will come knocking on our gates."
Murmurs spread through the crowd.
"His name is
Stormcaller
, and he thinks himself strong."
She smirked.
"But we are stronger."
Her voice rose, filled with
undeniable authority
.
"Tomorrow, we do not fear the storm."
She
raised her goblet higher
.
"Tomorrow, we
BECOME
the storm."
The crowd erupted into cheers.
The
Raven Perch
was ready.
And Stormcaller
would soon learn why
.
Chapter 345: The Gathering Storm
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