"My lord, the inspection is complete. There are no survivors." The Silent Blade squad meticulously checked thrice and confirmed that no other Cobalt Strike Protégés had survived. The clean-up was done.
"Let's retreat. We’ll leave the rest to you." Balder called for his troops to pull back.
"Thank you once again for your help," Lucan and members of the Mallister family paid their respects. Without The Silent Blade, the Mallister clan might have perished.
"We shall meet again. Farewell for now." Balder urged people to retreat quickly. According to his calculations, Vandill might send people soon. It wouldn't do to be caught here.
"Wait!!" Suddenly, a figure burst from the shadows ahead.
The Silent Blade warriors instinctively tightened their grip on their shadowy blades. Their formation unified, and the faint sound of metal whispered through the air.
"Don’t draw your blades. It's me." The figure swiftly approached the firelight, and it was none other than Alavin, with Mariela close behind.
Their breaths were ragged, and their clothes were torn in places. They had traveled day and night, over mountains and through dangers, finally arriving just in time.
"You made it quite fast," Balder said with a smile upon seeing Alavin. "Is it just the two of you?"
"We left the others behind."
"Ha, I figured as much."
"Alavin!" Oda, overcome with emotion, threw herself into his embrace.
"Are you alright?" Alavin held Oda tight. His eyes swept over the battered battlefield and the strewn corpses, picturing the fierce fight. That accursed Grand Elder actually sent assassins. Were they trying to exterminate the Mallister clan? A shiver of fear ran through him. Alavin was grateful that he had anticipated this and enlisted Balder's aid, or he might never have seen his family again.
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