As Raden moves on a quest to obtain his Goal he Walks into his Hometown and sits in the Middle of the place. He prays and gives everyone there a proper burying of the bodies and Moves towards the entrance. Raden removes his Cloak and keeps it in his hands to make sure he is not seen in suspicion and stands in the queue. People were being checked. If anything, suspicious was to be found then death would be the penalty.
Raden could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he stood in line, waiting to be checked. He knew that one wrong move could mean the end of his quest, and possibly his life.
The line inched forward slowly, and Raden tried to keep his breathing steady as he watched the guards meticulously search each person who passed through the entrance. He knew that he had to keep his cloak hidden, as it was the only thing that could give him away.
As he approached the front of the line, Raden felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He had never been so nervous in his life. The guard in front of him looked him up and down, his eyes lingering on Raden's face for a moment longer than necessary
Raden tried to remain calm, but his mind was racing. What if the guard found something suspicious? What if he saw through Raden's disguise and realized who he really was?
But then, just as suddenly as it had started, the guard waved him through. Raden breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped past the checkpoint and into the city proper.
As he walked through the streets, Raden kept his head down and his cloak wrapped tightly around him. He knew that he couldn't afford to draw any attention to himself, not if he wanted to make it to his goal.
And so, he moved forward, step by step, deeper into the heart of the city. Each passing moment felt like an eternity. He arrives at the inn he planned on staying tonight and quickly goes to his room. He plans on first freeing the prisoners in the Nearest Prison. Raden Once had stayed in the same prison and hence knew about the structure and layout.
On the first day, Raden tries to scout the prison. As people were not allowed to go close and it was covered it guards all over it was suicidal to from the front. He goes to the nearest bar and quietly viewed the interior of the Prison from a different angle. He tries to get as many angles as possible. From what he had seen he was able to say that the interior of the prison was somewhat similar to what it was 6 years ago.
He had planned to execute this plan as soon as possible. Raden was in dilemma. He was unsure about executing the plan right away but there was no way to get extra information from inside. He should have been grateful he was even able to get a glimpse of the interior. And so with all his might, he decides to commend the plan tonight.
As Raden stood at the top of the prison, his heart was pounding with adrenaline as he prepared to embark on his dangerous mission. With his Sword tightly gripped in his hand, he donned his cloak, its deep black fabric blending seamlessly with the shadows.
The moon shone down upon him, casting an ethereal glow upon his features as he crept silently towards the prison window. With the agility of a cat, he slipped inside, his movements as graceful as they were deadly.
As he made his way through the prison, he encountered a guard who had let his guard down, lost in a drunken stupor. Without hesitation, Raden struck, his Sword slicing through the air with a swift and precise motion. The guard never had a chance to even cry out as his neck was cleanly severed by the sharp blade, not a drop of blood spilling upon the ground.
The sound of the guard's body hitting the floor echoed throughout the prison, and the other prisoners looked on in shock and awe at Raden's skill and courage. But Raden did not hesitate or waver, he pressed on toward his ultimate goal, his eyes glinting with determination.
Just as the Guard falls All the prisoners were confused about what happened. The other guard hurriedly arrived at the scene blasting their Shotgun. The lamps hung were now shaking and just the guard notices the fire inside the lamp go out just as the breath of the guards, Enraged.
One of the guards Panics and by the time he lights out the fire he sees all the guards who arrived with him were all dead on the floor. The hall went silent. The guard and the prisoners felt as if something was holding them.
It was quiet. Quiet enough to hear the sound of blood passing through the veins of the guard. The guard's heart raced as he frantically searched for the culprit, but just as he turned to run, he felt a sharp pain in his throat, and the rest was Darkness
The door Unlocked itself. The prisoners were in awe seeing such Precision and Alchemy. They didn't show a single sign of happiness on their face. They were statued for a moment, processing what had happened. Just as they hear someone saying "HURRY!" in a faint voice. They ran toward the end of the prison. The knights and the Mages were quick hence arrived at the scene.
Raden stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the chaos unfolding before him. The air was thick with the sounds of shattering glass and the frantic shouts of the prisoners as they stormed towards the exit, trampling over the guards in their path.
As Raden surveyed the scene before him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. This was not the sort of thing he had ever expected to witness in his line of work
The prisoners seemed to be acting with a frenzied desperation, fueled by some unseen force that drove them relentlessly onwards. The guards, for their part, were hopelessly outnumbered, and could do little more than hide behind their cell doors and pray that they would not be discovered.
The guards breathed a sigh of relief as the sound of the tsunami subsided. They cautiously peeked through the cell doors, hoping that the worst was behind them. But what they saw was truly terrifying.
A dark figure emerged from the shadows, his face obscured by the hood of his cloak. The guards shuddered as he stepped forward, his voice low and defiant.
"Let the game begin," he whispered, his eyes glittering with cruel intensity.
As he spoke, the fires inside the prison lamps suddenly flickered and died. The guards were plunged into darkness, their hearts racing as they realized that they were now completely vulnerable.