'Finally done.'
I muttered to myself, wiping a faint sheen of sweat from my forehead with the back of my wrist. It had taken the better part of an hour to neutralize all the threats without raising a general alarm.
A tedious process of using illusions, pinpoint strikes, sleeping agents, and a lot of dragging.
I looked at the fruits of my labor: a pile of unconscious, securely tied-up bodies stacked inside the large tent.
There were two other tents filled just like this one. I did a quick mental count. Yeah, about sixty. And these were just the able-bodied adults who had posed a direct threat. They also had that bloody aura clinging to them, proof of the violence they'd committed. They were killers too, though perhaps not all were as irredeemable as their boss.
'Speaking of which...'
I stared at my hands, recalling the scene.
