Draven's eyes flashed. "Don't let a single one escape. I want them alive." His guards surged, crushing the final resistance.
Cornered, the assassins dropped their weapons, some begging for mercy, others trying to vanish into smoke, only to be captured by Caelum Draven's elite. Within minutes, the estate was secure. The attackers, so confident a moment before, now knelt in defeat, surrounded by Draven's forces.
Above the battered estate, the night settled into silence again, broken only by Caelum Draven's cold, satisfied command: "Interrogate them. I want to know who sent them and who else is plotting against me."
Lin, who was slowly slipping away, suddenly heard a sharp ping in his mind.
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[System Notice: You have been marked by a strong person.]
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Marked? By whom?
Before he could move another step, a shadow fell across him. It was Caelum Draven himself.
