Elias laughed, his voice filled with mockery. "They're asking us to kneel? How amusing!"
The others laughed too, their voices muffled beneath their sleek, black masks.
Sebastian's calm voice cut through the laughter. "Don't kill anyone. We came in peace. One strike… make them unconscious. On their count... Eight."
Eleanor stood silently, unmoving in the middle of the chaos, her expression detached. It was as if everything unfolding around her held no relevance to her. The storm of tension and uncertainty barely brushed against her serene, almost indifferent aura.
Meanwhile, the countdown from the opposing team continued, painfully slow and drawn out, perhaps to psyche themselves up or scare their targets.
"Six... seven... eight."
The moment "eight" rang through the hall, four shadow guards moved in a blur, like lightning unleashed.
