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Groomed to be an assassin by the enigmatic Diyu Brotherhood, Danzen yearns to leave the life of a contract killer behind.
But retirement isn't going to come easy.
Danzen escapes to the secluded and mystical Suja Valley, situated at the furthest reaches of the known world. But it's merely a matter of time before his dark history comes back to hunt him...
Born for bloodshed, yet now seeking solace, does Danzen have what it takes to survive?
Pilgrim is a bestselling progression fantasy/cultivation series inspired by the Witcher books, John Wick films, the Inuyasha anime, the Preacher comics, and the movie Yojimbo.
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The surprise kick sent Danzen Ravja flying through the glass door, over the banister, and down to the courtyard below, his body slapping against the polished stone pavement.
He didn’t move, he didn’t let out a grunt to indicate that he was in pain.
Danzen simply lay there, his eyes tracing up to the shattered glass door, the assassin hoping, praying, that he hadn’t been cut.
The fall he could take, but spilling even a drop of blood…
Palmo Mipham flipped out the window and landed before him, an amulet shining on his neck as he laughed wildly, a wave of energy oscillating around the man’s body.
“The Diyu Brotherhood sent you?” Palmo snorted, the amulet around his neck glowing even brighter.
Danzen’s lungs filled with air, his body aching for just a moment as he sat up, confirming that his flesh was still intact, that there wasn’t a single scrape on him.
Palmo placed his hand on the hilt of his blade and drummed his fingers against it. “They will have to try harder next time.”
Danzen flipped up to his feet just in time, drawing his sword lightning-fast, their blades connecting, Danzen quickly knocking Palmo’s away with his first blow.
“Your swordplay means nothing,” Palmo hissed as he slapped the amulet on his chest, the man taking to the air in a burst of energy.
He landed on the clay roof of his elaborate home, and looked down at him.
“I don’t know how you got in here without alerting my guards, but surely the servants in their quarters have heard our little scuffle by now. Consider yourself dead, assassin.”
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German
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Anemone Bauer
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Gustavo Silveira Moraes
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