Screams echoed through the bandits' hideout. Blood covered the floor, spreading like dark paint. In the shadows, the only thing that shone was the flash of silver daggers. The whole place was almost completely dark, lit only by a few torches on the walls, their flames flickering.
The building was massive, perhaps the largest structure in the Outer District—once a noble estate, now repurposed as a warehouse for smuggled food from the Inner District.
"Search every room," Leier ordered as they entered a long corridor lined with dozens of doors. "Find the leader. Keep him alive. As for the others, no need to show mercy."
"Understood," the two Shadow Guards replied, blood dripping from their daggers. At that moment, the tribal tattoos on their skin shimmered faintly, reacting to the command. Their forms blurred into the darkness, nearly invisible to the naked eye. Only someone with heightened perception might catch the faint ripple of their movement.
