"They're in there! They're hiding inside with wrenches!" the lanky foreman shouted, pointing deep into the darkness.
The guards charged in.
They never came out again.
In the darkness, several cold flashes of light glinted silently. Kael's figure moved like a bolt of lightning. His shortsword, Punishment, arced through the air, leaving trails of cold light as it reaped lives with graceful ease.
At the same time, the same scene was playing out in every corner of the workshop.
It wasn't just the workers; four or five foremen had also joined the rebellion. Some deliberately drew sentries away, while others loudly berated the workers, creating more noise to cover the sounds of the slaughter. One even took advantage of the chaos to stab a colleague in the back.
