章 48: Transition

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The transition from viewing myself as someone's muscle, occasionally performing 'tasks', to seeing myself as an independent hitman, is somewhat hazy. Part of the confusion comes from the fact that I served multiple employers during and post-war, including Nichols himself.

It seems those around me began labeling me that way before I did, but my self-perception didn't shift until I'd built professional habits and a systematic approach to the job.

Precisely when this transformation happened is unclear, but by the time I'd completed my seventh assignment—eliminating a despicable individual named Vernon—I was definitely operating as a professional.

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As I was mulling over this revelation, considering whether to burst out laughing, I noticed that Nyxara had vanished; in essence, we had no guidance on our next step.

I cleared my throat. Drevolan broke his intense gaze with Thaleia to ask, "What is it, Viktor?"

"Do you know how to get back to where the gods were?"