One… two… three… four… five.
Five men had managed to infiltrate. From the way they moved, it was clear they were not simple thieves: their steps were measured, silent, precise. They were experts.
Among them, the man with a scar running across his face immediately stood out. His cold eyes and the way the others waited for his orders made it clear he was the leader. I had to neutralize him as soon as possible.
I held my breath and moved silently through the shadows. Carefully, I shifted the flow of mana to my feet, muffling every step. Within seconds, the five men were in front of me, perfectly visible under the faint light of the hanging lamps.
I slid a knife free and, with a precise motion, threw it upward. The blade struck the main lamp and darkness swallowed the hallway at once. The men reacted in alarm, searching in the shadows for the threat that was already upon them.
