Hebron, Inner Castle.
Kurs, dressed in a sharp housekeeper's outfit, was wiping the blood off his hands with a handkerchief. On the ground lay two headless corpses.
Their faces were still marked by disbelief, as if their lives had been snatched away by some evil spirit in an instant.
In the main building of the Hebron castle.
Now, the grounds were littered with corpses.
The number of enemies, their determination, and their level of expertise far exceeded what Kurs and the others had initially anticipated.
By the window, two sleeve arrows were nailed in place.
The fully armed figure of Andreas clashed with the enemy in the corridor for a few rounds before retreating back into the attic.
In just those few short rounds, four or five deep marks were imprinted on his armor.
He gasped for breath, "Who are these people, so formidable?"
"Just a bunch of rebels, that's all."
Kurs had a serious expression, furrowing his brow in deep thought.
