Naturally, the panicked deserters—already consumed by fear—failed to notice Quinn and her team trailing them. However, their pace was surprisingly quick.
Perhaps terror had unlocked their hidden potential.
Before long, the group led them straight to the Sumo Familia's residence.
"I'll scout ahead. Stay alert and keep an eye on anyone coming or going," Quinn instructed her teammates.
"Don't worry, I've got it covered," Vayne replied, raising her mithril bow.
The silver-white arrows gleamed coldly in the moonlight.
Quinn let out a sharp whistle, and from the dark sky, a massive creature swooped down. Its razor-sharp talons latched onto Quinn's shoulders with precise control.
In the next moment, Quinn was airborne. For Valor, carrying an adult was effortless.
It wasn't long before Quinn arrived above the Sumo Familia's estate. From this vantage point, the empty compound was laid out clearly before her.
At the center of the courtyard, a familiar figure was tending to the wounded adventurers who had just arrived.
Airmid of the Dian Cecht Familia.
Renata had suspected that the Dian Cecht Familia would be involved in this conflict, but seeing their "saint" on the battlefield confirmed everything.
Now that the evidence was irrefutable, the next step was to storm the Sumo Familia's base and seize their stolen goods.
Quinn lightly tapped Valor's talons, and the great eagle—sharing an unspoken connection with her—immediately turned back toward their starting position.
Under the watchful eyes of Vayne and the others, Quinn landed gracefully.
"They're all inside. It's time to close the net."
She knew what Vayne and the others wanted to hear, so as soon as she relayed her findings, she got to work organizing the next phase of their operation.
The Sumo Familia's territory was vast, with multiple exits.
To prevent anyone from slipping away once they launched their assault, they needed to secure the perimeter.
However, with their limited manpower, a full encirclement was impossible.
Instead, they would focus on locking down the key entrances and exits.
"I'll hold this gate. No one gets through," came a deep voice from behind the group.
Quinn turned to see Lucian. His expression was as unreadable as ever.
A dependable man.
Quinn knew Lucian's strength well—there was no need to question him.
"Then I'll leave it to you. Vayne, we'll enter through the back."
The rear entrance didn't need much guarding. After all, they planned to break in from there, and Valor could handle any stragglers.
People often underestimated the giant eagle, but Valor's strength was no less than that of an elite adventurer.
Vayne and the rest of the team moved in behind Quinn, while Valor took the lead, diving straight into the Sumo Familia's compound.
Both Quinn and Vayne were ranged fighters, so their approach was far more calculated than that of reckless brawlers.
Fortunately, most of the Sumo Familia's forces had already been deployed to Pleasure District. The estate itself was barely defended.
The two guards at the back gate didn't even have time to react.
Valor crashed through the entrance with sheer force, sending them flying.
The low-level adventurers hit the ground hard, their bodies tumbling like broken kites before going still.
Whether they lived or died depended entirely on their endurance.
Neither of them paid any attention to these small-time grunts. Valor folded its wings and perched on a high vantage point, keeping watch over the exits and assisting the rest of the team.
If Quinn or Vayne encountered any trouble during the invasion, Valor could take flight from this position and provide immediate support.
Naturally, the commotion at the back entrance didn't go unnoticed.
In the front yard, Airmid sensed that something was wrong. However, with so many wounded in her care, she had no choice but to focus on them.
Unlike her god, Dian Cecht, she lacked the heart to turn a blind eye.
Even if these men weren't good people, they were still injured—and for the moment, they were her allies.
Not that she particularly wanted to acknowledge the alliance her irresponsible god had signed on her behalf.
Then, a sudden outcry erupted.
"Someone broke in! Damn it, send a few men to stop them!"
"Shit! Could it be the Sol Familia?"
"It's the Wings of Demacia and the Night Hunter from the Kayle Familia! Run—!"
"How the hell did the Kayle Familia send people here? What are those idiots from the Pleasure District doing?!"
"Who let them find this place?"
"Calm the hell down! They're just LV3! Get the bombs and magic swords—we'll take them down and offer them up to the brothers!"
A man who seemed to be in command quickly steadied his panicked subordinates with sharp orders.
They had, of course, gathered intel on the Kayle and Morgana Familias before making their move.
Both Quinn and Vayne were registered with the Guild—their information was no secret.
But despite their reputations, they were only LV3.
That was intimidating, but not insurmountable.
If nothing else, sheer numbers could overwhelm them.
Quinn smirked at their arrogance.
"If that's how you want to play it, there's no need for you to live."
She was already perched on the railing of the Sumo Familia's second-floor balcony, her light armor doing nothing to obscure her well-toned frame.
She had heard every word of their conversation.
Especially the foolhardy bravado of their so-called commander.
Even if he was just trying to boost morale, it was grating.
Raising her crossbow, she took aim at the commander, her sharp gaze locking onto him.
A faint shimmer appeared above his head in her vision—her mark had been set.
Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger.
Two crossbow bolts shot forward, cutting through the air with lethal precision.
The gentle evening breeze did nothing to disrupt their trajectory.
The commander barely had time to register the danger before it was too late.
Both arrows struck him square in the shoulders, the sheer force driving him backward.
He slammed into the ground, pinned in place by the bolts lodged deep in his flesh.
With a swift backflip, Quinn vaulted from the balcony, landing gracefully atop the commander's abdomen—her boots pressing firmly into his gut.