Jin Ashbluff wasn't fond of Arthur's plans. They were too elaborate, too dependent on precise timing and multiple moving parts. But that didn't change the fact that they worked.
Usually.
As he watched three Redknot Guild members approach through the dimly lit corridor, Jin sighed. This part wasn't in the plan. Arthur hadn't accounted for the additional security on the east wing of the building. A minor oversight, but one that required improvisation.
"Ashbluff," Jin murmured to himself, feeling the familiar chill of his Gift stirring beneath his skin. "Remember who you are."
The guards spotted him, their postures shifting instantly from casual patrol to combat-ready. The one in front—tall, muscular, wearing the silver and crimson uniform of Redknot with practiced ease—pointed at Jin.
"Intruder! Halt!"
Jin didn't halt. Instead, he slid one hand into his pocket and activated his comm link with a single tap.
