That night.
The moon sat fat and pale above the capital, its light swallowed by the heavy clouds that cloaked the sky—a perfect night for ghosts.
Tonight, Raven's group weren't soldiers, nor nobles, nor professors.
Tonight, they were executioners.
Raven's group had split like shadows across the kingdom, each one drifting toward a noble estate with only one purpose: to cut off the heads that thought themselves untouchable.
They needed to show the demons that they weren't the only ones who could attack.
This time, Raven and his group would be moving to disrupt the momentum of the demon forces by killing off the heads of the important supporting noble houses, mostly Viscounts and counts.
They were even attacking a baron's house, as they were one of the biggest arms suppliers in the kingdom.
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The first group—Raven and Selena.
Raven strode calmly through the gilded gates of House Ferens—a Viscount house—with his hood drawn over his features.
