Attack under the Sanctuary

The hush didn't last long.

Gasps turned to screams. The crowd surged as the full reality of what they had witnessed sank in, confusion spiraling into panic. A few tried to climb down from the stands. Others stood frozen, too stunned to move.

Leomaris had acted fast, but not enough. A part of himself even regretted dispelling the dark tar that hid it all.

But none of that mattered to Melite.

She was already running.

Her boots barely touched the ground as she flew down the access steps, a blur of movement wrapped in the faint shimmer of haste. She stepped past the bodies, the cracked tiles, the remnants of Nogg without pause.

Her focus was singular.

Him.

Fedlimid stood where the killing had ended, but it hadn't left him.