Ronan II

They reached the outskirts of the warehouse, its rusted metal doors shut tight. Two guards stood at the entrance, both wearing red robes marked with the sigil of Malfus. Their weapons gleamed under the flickering streetlight.

"Leave them to me," Serena whispered before vanishing into the darkness.

Asher and Ronan waited in silence, hearing nothing but the distant sound of the city.

Then—

SHNK!

A blade silently pierced a guard's throat, and before the second could react, Serena emerged from behind, slitting his throat in one swift motion. Both bodies collapsed without a sound.

"All clear," she whispered, wiping her daggers clean.

Asher smirked. "Efficient as always."

With the entrance unguarded, they pushed open the heavy doors and stepped inside.

The stench of burnt flesh and old blood hit them immediately.