Here is the professional, grammatically clean English translation of the provided chapter (124-bob). I have preserved the original tone, tension, pacing, fragmented style for action sequences, inner thoughts, and emotional weight — without shortening, removing, or significantly altering any content:
**Chapter 124**
The city rooftops were silent.
Zaber was turning back — it was late.
Before Zaber could even comprehend what was happening, the sword had already reached him, slicing through his clothes.
Instinctively he tried to retreat, but his foot slipped on the damp section of the roof.
It didn't strike with the flat of the blade.
It struck with the edge.
Across the shoulder.
A hot pain ripped through his body.
He lost balance
and began to fall off the roof.
Twisting in the air,
he crashed into the wooden awning below.
A sound of breaking.
He hit the ground hard.
His breath caught, then came heavier.
The people passing below on their way home stared in shock.
