Fray entered the club, his expression cold and alert as he scanned the crowded room. The pulsing music from the band and the chatter of the crowd were mere background noise to his focused gaze. His eyes locked onto several men in knight armor, scattered and hidden among the crowd, their desperation evident in their movements and expressions.
As he navigated through the throng of people, a sharp sensation prickled at the back of his neck. A cold whisper pierced through the noise, sending a chill down his spine. "Don't move," the voice warned, "this is a rare weapon capable of penetrating even your steel-like skin."
