Chapter 72: Fierce Battle on a Rainy Night
In the rainy night, within the corridor, the flickering flames of standing braziers, stirred by a cold gust of wind, cast menacing, claw-like shadows on the grey walls. The rain pitter-pattered, a relentless drumming that chilled the air. Splashed blood, dark and viscous, quickly spread and dyed the puddles on the ground a grim crimson.
A decapitated head, its eyes wide and vacant, having rolled through the mud, still bore a look of faint disbelief.
In the courtyard, the assassins who had been besieging the defending sergeants and squires all turned their heads at the sound. Clad in dark, practical leather that blended with the shadows, their faces were obscured by wet hoods, making them seem like phantoms born of the storm.
Watching this scene, they exchanged urgent words amongst themselves; the language they spoke sounded somewhat like Kurdish, likely Persian.
