With the two guards dealt with, I quickly dragged their bodies into a thick, thorny bush bordering the clearing, hoping the darkness and the dense foliage would conceal them until I was long gone. I then stripped one of them of their uniform, the rough fabric itchy against my skin but a necessary disguise. It was a bit too large, but in the dim light, I hoped it isn't too obvious.
My next targets were the patrols near the borders. I moved stealthily through the shadows, using the terrain to my advantage. I located at least ten more guards, their figures silhouetted against the faint moonlight. I approached them from behind, silent as a ghost, and dispatched them quickly and efficiently, repeating the same method I'd used before. No witnesses, no alarms raised.
With the perimeter clear, I made my way towards the gate. It was a large, reinforced structure, manned by a single guard.
