"Someone has escaped from the dungeon!"
The shout echoed through the cold stone corridor. A guard caught a fleeting glimpse of Yanlu's figure in the distance before panic seized him.
Two arrows flashed through the dim torchlight. Elara stood several steps ahead, her bow drawn taut, fingers loose in fluid motion. The arrows whistled through the air, embedding themselves precisely in the guard's throat. He didn't even have time to scream before collapsing.
"Drink!"
Alina's soft cry followed, low but full of power. Her fist slammed into another guard's abdomen with a heavy thud, folding him in half. Before he could fall, her other fist snapped upward, striking his chin. The man's body lifted off the ground before crashing into the wall, sliding limply to the floor.
The guards fell one after another. Yanlu hadn't even drawn her blade yet, walking calmly between the fallen bodies toward the dungeon gate.
