The Assassin's Dream: Bound to the Warlord

Sera, an assassin known as the Angel of Death, was on her way to live a normal life—a life without killing. But suddenly, she is magically transported to a strange land ruled by Azron Mort, a ruthless lord and warrior who has claimed thousands of lives. To survive in this unfamiliar place, Sera pretends to be mute, hides her assassin skills, and does everything she can to avoid angering Azron Mort. But how can she stay out of his way when she is living under his roof with no chance to escape? And worst of all… she has caught the warlord’s attention. Chaos seems to follow her everywhere, leaving her no choice but to unleash her hidden skills to protect the people who have become important to her. A story of two people from different worlds, each forced to kill in order to survive, whose lives become intertwined in ways neither expected. Excerpt: Sera looked at Azron, noticing immediately that his face held no satisfaction from the fight. If anything, it unsettled her. There was a lingering sharpness in his gaze—curiosity, deep and probing. He wasn't done. Not even close. He wanted to see more… to see her true capacity. Across the arena, General Jidu moved to join the other generals, but Sera barely spared it a glance. The atmosphere had shifted—tight, heavy, almost suffocating. Sera started to climb down the arena. One step. Then— Azron suddenly grabbed a bow and arrow. The movement was swift. Precise. He pointed it at Sera. She immediately stopped midway. Silence struck the arena. The four generals were visibly shocked, their bodies tensing as if they had all felt the same invisible blade press against their throats. Without warning—Azron released two arrows shot toward Sera. Fast and unforgiving. Sera reacted instantly, her sword slicing through the air—clang, clang—striking both arrows cleanly. They dropped to the ground at her feet. She didn't even have time to settle. Azron had already taken another set. Three arrows drawn and released. Azron was a sharp shooter. His arrows always hit their mark—always—no matter how many he fired at once. He's really testing me. Sera stepped back, her breathing controlled, her eyes locked onto him. She moved with precision—intercepting, deflecting, cutting through the incoming arrows with her sword. Each impact sent vibrations up her arms, but she didn't falter. He didn't stop.He kept shooting again and again. Until— Twenty arrows lay scattered on the ground. All around her. A silent ring of intent. Sera stood in the center of the arena, unmoving. Her sword pointed toward the ground. But her gaze— It lifted to Azron. Steady and burning. She knew that he wasn't done testing her. Her glare sharpened—no longer guarded, no longer cautious. It was a challenge now. Raw. Undeniable.