Temptress Cleora

Milan's words made Arvant stop in his tracks. Those assassins were skilled but they were being discreet and it was the only reason they were alive until now.

Arvant pressed his lips into a thin line. What Milan said was true, and he also knew that, but they couldn't afford to stay here. After all, this place was also a dead end for them. Arvant looked at Dagur and his men charging towards the barony soldiers.

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Meanwhile, back in the streets, a cloaked figure leaned slightly forward, his voice hushed yet laced with cold calculation. "It seems they've begun."

His gloved fingers tapped idly against the hilt of his dagger as he spoke, eyes never leaving the square where chaos was about to unfold.

"Once the battle fully starts, that's when we move in and kill the prince and his aide."