- Back to Zeref's POV-
We had finally arrived at the safe zone and it wasn't a nice sight. The whole area was a mess: destroyed buildings, piles of dead bodies and live fires still burned. A fog of dust blocked our view as we walked, not helping the tense situation.
For all I knew, we could be walking into an ambush.
The leader put his arm up, signalling us to stop. I spotted a dark flicker, moving in the fog; the leader must have spotted it too and became cautious.
"Defensive formation!" he shouted and the Elves circled around me, keeping their backs to me. This was the same tactic the Elven Guards from the Bank used.
The dark shadow soon became more visible, speeding around us. It was a good strategy, assassins used it a lot, to distract a large group and kill the targets off one by one.
"Aaarrghh…" One of the Elves was dragged into the fog. His scream dissipated, when a loud crack echoed. The figure must have snapped his neck.
