Wip frowned. "Assassins?"
"Yes..." the guard whispered. "And they are not normal."
He hesitated.
"Continue," Yang said.
"The captain fought them," the guard said. "He was strong. I've seen him fight before. He cut through two of them. But they… they didn't even bleed. They kept moving."
Wip's eyes narrowed.
"And then?" Yang asked.
The guard's hands clenched against the floor.
"One of them raised his hand," he said. "And a spear formed. From nothing. It looked like bone."
The room fell silent.
"Bone?" Wip repeated.
"Yes," the guard said quickly. "It appeared in the air. Then it shot forward and pierced through the captain's head."
Wip exhaled slowly through his nose.
Yang's face did not change, but his gaze sharpened.
"You are certain?" Yang asked.
"I saw it with my own eyes, my lord."
The guard's breathing grew uneven.
"So where is Vayne's body?" Yang pressed.
The guard's voice dropped to a whisper.
