The Silent Blades
Contracted killers, led by tradition by an outsider to their own ranks. The Serathe serve no House, only the contract, and the contract is always fulfilled. Being asked to lead them is not an honor most would want, and even fewer are offered.
Look at anything, or anyone, long enough, and a Serathe can see exactly how it dies: the one blow, the one moment, the one weakness that actually ends it. Doesn't matter what it is or how well it's protected, everything has an answer, and a Serathe can always find it. Cost: like every Major Blood Gift, it draws a small, often unnoticed toll on their own vitality, and leaves them hungrier sooner than they otherwise would be.
Once a contract is sealed, gain an almost supernatural sense for the target, able to find them anywhere. Cost: total tunnel vision until the contract is finished, dangerously unaware of everything else.
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