The Dark Guild struck again, swift, silent, and brutal. They relied on the one weapon they still held in this endless war: surprise.
This time their blades were turned not toward the enemy, but toward one of their own.
Harvey had made his decision long before they reached the site. Even if not every man under Varkos knew about his dealings with the Cerebus Guild, it didn't matter anymore. They were his men, and loyalty would make them fight for him. That meant they were a liability.
If a battle broke out, it would cost the Dark Guild dearly, so Harvey chose the cleaner path. End the problem before it could spread.
I'll stop this here, he told himself grimly. Even if I have to stain my hands again.
When the ambush began, it was merciless. The Dark Guild moved through the fog-filled streets like reapers, their shadows merging with the smoke. They crept close enough to see the reflection of their blades in their victims' eyes before striking.
