Erin Starlance
— Intruders! Run for your lives!
— Aaaah!
— Where are the guards?! Call them—now!
Just one second—and the world plunged into chaos.
Panic ignited like a lit match dropped onto oil-soaked cloth. Nobles, slaves, maids, and guards scattered in every direction like rats fleeing a burning ship. My unit and I stormed the brothel, giving the enemy not even a sliver of time to regroup. Swords sliced the air. Bodies dropped. Blood soaked into silk sheets and scented floors.
We weren't here to arrest anyone.
There were too few of us, and time was a luxury we didn't have. Low-tier collaborators were eliminated on sight—no mercy, no hesitation. It was the only way to keep the operation silent. This wasn't a mission governed by knightly codes. This was war.
