Zevvrin had never seen so much money. A billion dungeon gold just to kill a farmer outside Vraxridge. Nastya had assured him the money would be available as soon as he made it back to Dolym.

  The Three Heads had said it needed to be fast. If they were right, the element of surprise was all Zevvrin would have.

  He had walked through the city, down a road, and onto a farm without trouble. The land outside the barn was barren and loose like it had just been dug up. He only spent a moment thinking about it. Any longer, and he might give himself away. He walked right up to the house, using his assassin abilities to stay completely silent. Instead of knocking, he activated all four shards.

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  The act of simply activating them destroyed the front of the farmhouse. As the wooden walls crumbled, Zevvrin caught a brief glimpse of a muscular elf. It was only a flash.

  The air screamed around Zevvrin. Instead of a hum of activated shards, a pressure unlike anything he had ever experienced hammered down upon him. His legs shook, trying to keep him upright.

  What could do this to a 4 Shard Hero?

  The elf reappeared with seven shards over his shoulders, forming a complete crescent. Zevvrin barely had time to register what he saw before a fist struck him in the chest. His brain didn’t even notice the pain before his body was nothing more than red mist.