Betrayal!

Caught off guard, one of Henry's guards took a fatal shot to the chest. He staggered back, blood pooling beneath him as he collapsed lifelessly onto the stone floor. George barely had time to react before a flood of enemies emerged from the shadows. Dozens of figures, armed with crude yet deadly muskets, surrounded them, filling the tight space with the chilling sound of cocking weapons.

These attackers, dressed in dark, nondescript clothing, moved with practiced coordination. Though none of them were as powerful as elite fighters like George, their sheer numbers and firepower made them a serious threat. In the confines of the dungeon, where every corridor was narrow and every corner a potential ambush, even George couldn't afford to face them head-on.