The night was dark, the wind sharp, and the sound of snoring echoed throughout the workers' shelter, blending with the rhythmic crashing of the sea waves. The harmony was deceptive—something deeply unsettling was about to disrupt it.
The dockworkers had strict rules: at night, they were forbidden from wandering anywhere except to the Hidden snow . With tensions high between the Overseas Hundred Alliances and Turtle Rock Ridge, any unusual movement could be seen as a spark for conflict.
Both factions, aware of the precarious balance, avoided rash actions until their plans were solidified. However, tonight was destined to break that fragile calm.
A Silent Assassin….
A figure cloaked in black moved like a serpent across the wide street, his body close to the ground, muscles contracting and sliding forward without a sound.