BAM!!!
The heavy door of the mansion was kicked open with a resounding crash. Twenty royal guards, clad in gleaming elite armor, rushed inside, their swords drawn and ready to spill blood.
"...?"
They all froze, their gazes locking onto Lincoln, who sat on the couch with a grim frown. A faint metallic scent hung in the air, and Lincoln's eyes darted to the blood spattered on their swords...
...He slowly tilted his head, his gaze drifting towards the courtyard, where the bodies of all the workers and guards lay motionless.
'They were already inside? Thank goodness I was fast.' He thought, a cold dread washing over him. His eyes then landed on two familiar figures: Jade and Jolie.
"Why are you here, Lincoln?" Jolie asked, her voice dangerously calm, a stark contrast to the chaos around them.
Lincoln ignored her, turning his head to Jade:
