บท 42: Anouncing The War

As night descended upon Iskar City, a deceptive calm veiled the impending massacres unfolding within its shadows. Within one of the grand mansions, appearing serene at a glance, a closer inspection revealed an unsettling stillness.

Lifeless bodies of guards, servants, and knights lay strewn across the premises, while ominous silhouettes stealthily navigated the mansion's corridors.

In the opulent main bedroom, an elderly man lay in a deep slumber, flanked by three young women. The tranquillity of the room masked a chilling reality.

Abruptly, the elderly man awoke to a frigid sensation on his skin – a cold metal pressed against his throat. Panic gripped him as he confronted a dark figure, only the piercing eyes visible above a raised sword.

"...!!" A scream died in the old man's throat as the blade swiftly severed through his thick neck, unleashing a torrent of blood that stained the surroundings.