Zell's Final Choice
The square is thick with tension as the final votes are cast. Voices rise, accusations swirl, and all eyes fall on one figure — Zell. Hood drawn, face unreadable, the assassin stands still as stone.
Then, without a word, he moves.
A flick of his wrist — a flash of silver.
The talisman arcs through the air, landing neatly in the hands of Shortkut, the archer who had hunted him from the shadows. A heartbeat later, a Healing Salve tumbles after it, rolling to the archer's feet.
Gasps ripple through the crowd. No one understands.
He had the lead. He could have fought. But instead… he gave his last lifelines away.
Shortkut stares, stunned, weapons lowered. Zell says nothing. He only closes his eyes and kneels.
The vote is counted. The sentence is passed.
Steel finds his neck — and the town's fear finds a name.
Zell — Assassin — has been eliminated.
Somewhere in the crowd, someone whispers, "Why?"
No one answers.
