Amidst the wreckage of Liriene's safehouse, the second-floor roof and ceiling had collapsed, revealing the open sky above. The incessant blaring of the alarm filled the air. Perched on the rooftop, a group of assassins wearing sand-colored robes surveyed the scene, poised with their blades, ready to strike at any moment. Ifrit, donning carmine-red robes, glanced at the arrow caught by Zamonte. "If I were you, I wouldn't hold onto that for too long." He remarked. As his gaze shifted to the arrowhead, it gradually transformed into a reddish-orange hue before exploding. *Boom!* Zamonte flung an arrow a few meters away, causing its arrowhead to explode. With the resulting blast, he was forcefully pushed away from Liriene. The ceiling, filled with assassins wearing sand-colored robes, descended upon the soldiers and Liriene's bodyguards. Marid wielded a scimitar shrouded in dark green sand and slashed at
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