With the darkness of the night as cover, the icicle attack came quickly and without warning. None of the targets were able to escape their fates and neither were there any innocent casualties caught in the middle of it.
It was quick, subtle, lethal, and so overwhelmingly precise that even among Transcendents, not many are able to pull off.
Shortly after the hail of icicles barraged a single city and wiped all the disciples of the Bloodfiend Sect, The Durham's Overseer voice trickled through the air, "One city is enough. The rest is yours."
The Valaran's Overseer froze after sensing the Durham's Overseer was gone for good that he proceeded to sigh.
"Wasn't I asking for your help precisely because you are skilfully undetected in your attacks? What's the point of only saving one city?"
The Overseer shook his head.
"Aish, forget it. It was my oversight that led to this situation. Those other geezers are going to question me for it anyway."