A few bonfires crackled, the firelight casting reflections on the rock walls, outlining the traces of lizardmen's tails as they patrolled.
The passing lizardmen failed to notice, a slender and ghostly figure sliding through the shadows, silently ascending the watchtower.
It was Vivian.
Pfft—
A soft sound, like ink, as the embroidery needle pierced a lizardman's neck, Vivian forcefully covering the lizardman's mouth to suppress its dying screech.
Until there was no sound, Vivian held her breath and gently laid the body on the railing.
Huff—
With a flushed face, Vivian exhaled deeply, her figure once again merging into the darkness.
The assassination was not difficult, but catching the lizardman's massive body was.
On the other side of the watchtower, the lynxman Vika gently lowered the lizardman's corpse.
Below, patrolling lizardmen moved with heavy steps, wandering around the camp, completely unaware of the happenings atop the watchtower.
