The group pressed forward. Kael's hands moved with precision.Every stroke was quick and deadly. Each demon he struck fell in silence. Their path remained hidden in the dark, the smell of blood mixing with the night air.
The atmosphere grew heavier as they reached the inner intersection of the camp.
Just as they were about to step around the corner, Sol stumbled upon something. His shoulder clashed against another figure.
BANG!
The sound echoed softly. Sol staggered back, with his face tightening in panic. The other person groaned and fell to the ground.
Kael's heart jolted. His instincts screamed. He darted forward with a dagger flashing in his hand to go kill.
"Damn—" he hissed, ready to strike however…
"Sir, wait!" Freya cried out, her voice sharp and desperate.
Kael froze mid-step, the dagger stopping inches from its mark. His glare turned to Freya, demanding an explanation.
"That's the Fifth Prince," she said quickly, her voice trembling slightly.
