After killing the five guards; everything else went well.
The air was thick with the scent of copper and the heavy silence that followed a sudden act of violence. The remaining guards stood frozen, their hands hovering near their weapons but never quite daring to draw them.
They looked at the bodies on the ground and then back at the masked man who had ended their lives so casually. It wasn't just the speed that terrified them—it was the absolute lack of hesitation.
Except for the two girls that were missing, all the other slaves were present, and just like Moyap promised; they were all well-dressed and fed. They stood in trembling lines, their new clothes a strange contrast to the horror they had just witnessed. Some of them were looking at the ground, while others stared at Verc with wide, unreadable eyes.
