In an alley near the Arthur's guild hall, Anna materialized silently.
The princess had never before sent her away.
Not during assassination attempts, not during political upheavals.
Which meant that this guild master, was very important in Elara's eyes.
Anna moved to a rooftop overlooking the guild hall, her body melting into shadows as she prepared for a long night of vigilance.
Whoever came for Arthur would find death waiting instead.
...
As Elara had suspected, ten figures in dark clothing gathered on a rooftop far away from Arthur's guild hall.
Moonlight glinted off the leader's silver mask, the only distinguishing feature among them.
"Parameters?" a woman asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Silver Mask unrolled a small scroll. "Target name: Azarel. Recently manifested a guild called Power."
"Manifested?" another assassin questioned. "As in a pillar?"
"Yes," Silver Mask confirmed. "Hence the rush job."
A tall figure tested his bowstring. "Payment?"
