The dungeon was deeply silent when the guards died.
There were no screams. No clash of steel. No warning. Until one guard slumped forward with his throat cut before his body even understood it had been struck.
Another reached for his sword only for a dagger to bury itself beneath his jaw, pinning silence into him.
The last had time to blink before his vision faded, a thin wire of black steel cinched tightly around his neck.
Saar stepped over the fallen bodies as though they were nothing more than discarded shadows. His breathing did not change.
His expression remained still, empty, as though killing was simply another routine gesture like closing a door or adjusting a cloak.
Vanadis followed behind him, wiping blood from his cheek with the back of his sleeve. He glanced around with a faint exhale.
"…You really don't leave anything behind, do you?"
Saar didn't respond. He never did unless spoken to directly.
