The dome flickered, then returned to normal. To the outside world, the inn remained quiet, with its occupants asleep.
Those ten figures darted inside the inn. They turned the doorknob at the entrance, and it slid open, showing it wasn't bolted in the first place.
Inside was quiet, the dim crystal light flickering in the hallway. Nobody could be seen—the counter was empty as well.
The leader of the group signaled, and they split up, darting into the rooms where their victims lay sleeping.
Nalia rose to her feet, drew her sword, and slipped out of the room with light steps.
She strode to the staircase and waited patiently beside it. Minutes passed before a black-cloaked figure rushed up the stairs.
Before the figure could reach the landing, a flash of silver light flickered through the darkness.
The shadow cast on the wall showed a severed head flying through the air before tumbling down the stairs with a loud thud.
