It was over in what felt like a few seconds. In truth, the battle took five minutes to reach its conclusion.
Adal stood on the stage watching as the royal guard and the family that they were supposed to be protecting lay there, dead in pools of blood. Their bodies were scattered around the rows of seats, as if they were still spectators in the crowd.
Standing over them were figures in black, whose facial features were shrouded by their robes and dark shadows, so that the city would never know who brought such tragedy onto their people.
Only Adal knew that it was the sun elves.
As he stood on the stage watching, he noticed one of the figures approaching from the corner of his eye. The figure drew a knife and prepared to strike, but his actions was cut off by a feminine shout.
"Stop! He's with us."
The voice belonged to a smaller figure, who was crouched by the king's body, looting his corpse of its rich jewellery.
