Cyn and the others were cloaked in blue robes, their faces covered. They appeared like a band of hired assassins.
They stepped out of the carriage fully prepared.
Kassal exhaled nervously. Miguel placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded to him, but Kassal felt an ominous unease. Still, they had come this far—there was no turning back.
Several figures began gathering around the building, encircling it from all sides. The tension in the air was palpable. Most pedestrians in the surrounding streets changed direction and fled, while several shops hastily shut their doors.
Behind the glass walls of the building, the women wore expressions of fear, confusion, and panic. They had no idea what was unfolding outside.
Without warning, the masked men launched their assault—smashing the entrance and cutting down the two guards stationed there.
Cyn and the others stormed inside.
Bodies already littered the ground, even before they themselves had done anything.
