The assassin soldiers stood alert, their eyes scanning the darkness. The night was thick with smoke, and the lights were out due to a power failure. Only their torchlights flickered, barely illuminating the area.
As they pointed their lights forward, they found nothing. For a brief second, they sighed in relief—until they heard something behind them.
They turned, and what they saw froze them in place.
One of their own stood there, motionless… without a head. His body remained standing as blood poured from his neck. A moment later, the headless corpse collapsed to the ground.
The others hadn't even noticed the attack. But now, they were on high alert. Their leader—the man who had once executed Arya's sister—took charge.
"You three, check the right. Four of you, take the left. The rest, follow me!" he barked.
The soldiers split up.
