Originally, Anthony had intended to dismantle a base or two and leave it at that.
However, with nothing to occupy his time upon returning home, he chose to indulge himself.
Activating his Authority Of Information, he effortlessly unearthed a vast trove of intelligence on the Assassin Guild, an overwhelming expanse of information.
Hidden bases.
Hidden training grounds.
Hidden spies.
Hidden corporations.
Hidden transactions.
Hidden trade routes.
Assassination targets.
Hidden members.
The sheer magnitude of it all was staggering.
Anthony's mind raced as he processed the vast network of secrets now laid bare before him.
He was stunned, unable to fathom just how deeply entrenched the Assassin Guild truly was.
This was more than just assassination.
Not that any of this truly concerned him.
He held no real interest in his own assassination, this was nothing more than a diversion, a way to stave off boredom.
The worst part?
