A shady-looking guy stood far from the crowd, half-hidden behind a pillar.
His black cloak blended perfectly with the shadows, face almost invisible except for the sharp grin stretching across it.
Another cloaked figure slid beside him, eyes locked on the collapsing prince's silhouette.
"Keke… job complete," the first whispered.
They bumped fists, Their shoulders relaxed, smug and satisfied.
Around them, chaos rippled through the spectators.
Some crowds bolted for the exits, pushing and tripping over benches. Others froze in place, mouths open, desperately trying to process what they saw.
"Did… did someone just kill the prince?!"
"What the hell is going on!?"
A handful stood rooted, staring at the royal box in sheer disbelief.
Then—
Crack.
A thin fracture appeared on the prince's balcony floor.
Everyone stopped.
Crack… crack… crack-crack.
More lines tore across the stone like something was clawing its way out from underneath.
