(We're outnumbered… outmatched… I need to think...)
Khael's mind raced. His eyes flicked between the rebels, searching for openings—but none appeared. Only more danger.
That's when it happened.
A pulse of pressure flooded the clearing.
Two shadows emerged from the smoke stepping in silence, but radiating killing intent like a blade unsheathed.
Elder Lao's voice thundered:
"Ko. Li. Kill the rebels. No exceptions."
Khael's chest tightened.
(What a cruel order... and who are these two?)
They didn't look like normal guards.
They didn't move like normal guards.
Ceyla, mid-clash with Kirell, noticed too. She parried with a flash, then called over her shoulder:
"Who the hell are they?"
Elder Lao answered with grim certainty.
"They are my Shadow Guard. Their strength is comparable to the Crimson Veinwalker rank."
Even Raiquen paused his gaze flicking to the smoke, where the two figures stood.
Ko.
Li.
