Rise of new dark guild

Chapter 7: Assassin Orders

Victor sat alone in his room, the dim light from the window casting long shadows across the floor. It had been a few days since Akatsuki had reported back about the name of the enemy guild—Obsidian Fang—and their intentions to destabilize Magnolia and strike Fairy Tail. He hadn't responded immediately. Instead, he spent the time thinking.

His mind circled back to the system's draws.

The Random Gacha Draws were familiar—tools of chance, capable of producing anything from enchanted clothing to ridiculous joke items. And then there were the Premium Gacha Draws. He'd only received one before. But the difference in value? Immense. Premium draws promised power, pure and sharpened. Random draws were chaos.

He hadn't forgotten what Belial told him long ago.

> "The system rewards influence. Dominance. Control."

Victor leaned back in his chair. Akatsuki had proven her usefulness. But now it was time to see if her actions could push the system again.

He opened the relay sigil. Her presence flickered to life.

"Akatsuki. Prepare to kill Solas the Pyrestorm. Leave a few low-ranking survivors. Make sure they understand this was a warning... from your Lord. Identify yourself only as 'Assassin-Class Servant Akatsuki.'"

"Yes, Master," came her voice—serene, unwavering.

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Three Days Later — Blackridge, Obsidian Fang Territory

The tavern buzzed with low laughter and the clinking of mugs. It was a well-guarded place, owned by the Obsidian Fang guild, shielded from the law and full of mercenaries. The walls were heavy stone, the light from lanterns casting flickering shadows over grim faces. Inside, soldiers of fortune, rogue mages, and spies drank under an uneasy truce.

Solas leaned against the counter, his volcanic lance resting by his stool. A scarred bar maiden placed another glass down in front of him.

"You burn more tables than you sit at, you know that?" she teased.

Solas gave a dry chuckle. "They're too flimsy. Not my fault they can't handle heat."

He reached for the drink, fingers worn from countless battles. Despite his reputation, there was something tired in his face. His eyes, amber and sharp, flicked toward the flames dancing in the nearby hearth. Memories stirred. A boy, barefoot, watching a village burn. Powerless, then. Not anymore.

> "They never helped us. So we built our own safety."

He glanced toward the bar maiden again. "You ever think we're the bad guys?"

She smirked. "You think too much for a walking firestorm."

Solas didn't answer. He stared at the drink in his hand for a long moment.

Then the door creaked open.

No one noticed the figure at first. Just a shift in the room's air.

And then—movement.

Solas turned, instincts screaming.

But it was too late.

Akatsuki's blade tore through his left side. Not his neck—he had twisted fast enough to avoid fatal decapitation. His arm dropped, severed below the shoulder, blood sizzling against the stone floor.

The tavern exploded in shouts. Grunts scrambled, tables overturned. Solas tried to ignite the air around him, molten energy surging from his fingertips.

Akatsuki blurred—Shadow Step. She was everywhere and nowhere. He felt the temperature shift again and turned toward the fire—thinking she might leap from it.

Instead, she struck from the shadow behind him.

Her blade sliced through his lower back—crippling. He dropped to a knee.

"Damn... you…" Solas gasped, his voice hoarse.

> "So this is how it ends?"

He thought of fire again. Of a younger version of himself holding a dying brother in the ash.

> "I was supposed to protect them. I was supposed to burn the world for them."

Akatsuki appeared one last time, face calm, eyes sharp.

She drove the blade clean through the back of his neck.

Solas the Pyrestorm collapsed, silent.

The bar went still.

She turned to face the grunts. Three of them, young, stunned, trembling as if rooted to the ground. One still had his mouth open mid-drink.

Their faces were pale. One of them whimpered, backing away until he hit a wall. Another clutched a half-drawn blade, unable to raise it.

Her voice was like silk over daggers.

"I am Assassin-Class Servant Akatsuki. This is your warning. My Lord has spoken."

She vanished into the smoke.

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The three grunts stood frozen. One dropped his weapon. Another dropped to his knees, vomiting.

"She—she killed Solas," one of them choked out. "Like it was nothing."

"W-we have to report this. The Guild Master—he has to know—"

They fled the tavern, stumbling over each other, slipping in spilled ale and blood.

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Back in Magnolia – Victor's Room

The system window glowed softly.

> [SYSTEM REWARD GRANTED] Cause: Target Elimination (S-Rank Mage – Solas the Pyrestorm), Threat Declaration, Tactical Control via Subordinate. Reward: 50 Random Gacha Draws. Current Draws Available: 0

Victor blinked.

Fifty.

He hadn't expected that much.

Her assassination, the terror she instilled, and the ripple it would send through Obsidian Fang—it was enough. Not only had she accomplished the mission, but she'd made herself known as a weapon of his will. That, apparently, mattered.

He leaned back, smiling slightly.

"Let's see how they respond."

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End of Chapter 7