Standing in the shadows of Market Square, the thaumaturge watched quietly as the zealots of the Black Church attempted to beat the life out of the Radiant Heart turned Outlaw. Patiently, he waited as second after second, the fanatics crushed the life from the gladiator. Briefly looking down at the parchment in his hand, he glanced between the image on the parchment and the man being attacked before him.
Confirming the identity of his target, he rolled the parchment up and slide it into one of the many concealed pockets within his robes. Stepping forward, he raised his hands and quietly began chanting, his voice drown out by the sounds of battle around him.
Seeing his mark weakened by the battle, he decided to take advantage and strike. Stepping back into the fibers of existence, Zhengyi let fly a swarm of meteors, dealing the death blow and stealing the life of Azriel.
Nodding in satisfaction, Zhengyi returned to the shadows, his job complete. Returning to the Keep of the Hoard, he was knew the Vox would be pleased to know that the contract that they had been given has been completed.
