Suddenly—without a sound—twenty masked figures emerged from the surrounding shadows.
From behind chimneys, beneath rooftop tiles, and even from cracks in the walls, the rest of the Royal Elite Assassin Unit revealed themselves like phantoms.
In perfect sync, they moved like the wind.
Before the enemy factions could react—
Throats were slit.
One by one, the remaining members of both Junna's Shadow Unit and Friskle's Assassins collapsed silently, eyes wide, never realizing they had already been marked for death.
The two who had attacked the leader stood frozen, stunned, drenched in the sudden silence of death all around them.
Their blades trembled slightly.
The masked leader remained still, still smiling. Her voice was soft, almost nurturing.
"You both shouldn't be tailing someone so brazenly in the capital city, now should you?"
She stepped forward with quiet grace, blades still resting in her hands like dancers awaiting music.
Her eyes—visible through her mask—gleamed.
