Meanwhile Sol moved through the chaos like a black reaper. He didn't need to give many orders anymore. His team had fallen into perfect rhythm. Every time they entered a new tent, they killed with cold efficiency. No wasted movement. No unnecessary noise.
Kira's arrows occasionally whistled softly from the darkness, taking out sentries on the edges who looked like they might raise an alarm. Tala and the leopard warriors handled the quicker, more agile targets with brutal coordination.
Zeyra stayed close to Sol the entire time, her obsession fueling her movements as she covered his blind spots with lethal grace.
At one point, they entered a larger tent where four giants were sleeping around a low fire. Sol gave a single hand signal. The team split instantly.
