Ashara Nightfire's POV
But there was no response.
Now everyone moved toward the source, tension escalating... This was urgent!
The guard's face remained slack, blood trickling between his lips.
"Shit!" another cursed, sweat beading on his brow before turning and running towards the source, "Come on, what are you waiting for?!"
"B-but Empre-"
"If those goods fall and are destroyed, she would turn into paste!!"
Everyone's face turned paler even more as they rushed towards the source.
Meanwhile, the fallen guard lay still. For a breathless moment, nothing happened—no twitch, no gasp—just silence and the sickening scent of blood in the air.
Then, suddenly, his eyelids fluttered.
A wicked grin twisted his mouth as he sat up, slow and unnatural. He wiped the fake blood from his jaw, his eyes glittering with sly satisfaction. The other guards were too busy yelling and crowding around to notice the deceit.
Before looking up…
