A tall building stood near Station Kael, its rooftop open to the strong morning wind. A woman stood at the edge, holding a long stick in one hand. Her black robe fluttered behind her.
A silver mask covered her face, hiding her expression.
Behind her stood five men. Each held a long, rod-shaped weapon, their eyes fixed on the tracks below. The sound of an approaching train echoed in the air.
"Get ready. Stop that train. No one gets off." She raised her hand, the coldness in her eyes clearly visible through the mask—silvery like a gem reflecting the light outside.
"What about you, Commander?" One of the men stepped forward, unsure.
They were among the few loyal to her, but for the past few days, there had been a noticeable change in the commander—who, after leading the front lines, had returned to the city. Clearly, she was interested in targeting a particular family. Especially the heir of the Blac family.
