Chapter: "Silent Strikes"
Under the silence of moonlit sky, Ryu stood in the vast expanse of the Turka Meadows, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. In the distance, the imposing silhouette of Jerak's fortress loomed, After few moments he finally felt Jerak's mana From distance.
Ryu remained patient, his senses attuned to the slightest movement. He knew that in order to reach Jerak, he would first need to navigate through the labyrinth of guards patrolling the area.
With a silence and revenge emotions burning within him, Ryu positioned himself strategically, his body blending with the shadows. Each breath was a calculated rhythm, each heartbeat a silent drumbeat.
The first patrol approached, their footsteps echoing softly against the earth. With a steady hand and unwavering focus, Ryu awaited his moment.
Guard 1: "I don't like this, something feels off."
Guard 2: "Quit your whining. It's just another night in the meadows."
As the guards drew nearer, Ryu's lips curled into a malevolent grin. This would be too easy.
With lightning-fast reflexes, he struck, his blows was breaking guards faces and armors landing with deadly precision. The guards cried out in agony as Ryu's fists met their flesh, their screams echoing through the night.
Guard 1: "Aagh! What in the-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ryu silenced him with a swift blow to the throat. The guard crumpled to the ground, clutching at his neck in a futile attempt to breathe.
Guard 2: "Intruder! Sound the alarm!"
But it was too late. Before the second guard could react, Ryu was upon him, his movements a blur of calculated violence. With a swift strike, he incapacitated the guard, leaving him sprawled on the ground in a pool of his own blood.
As the last guard fell, Ryu stood amidst the carnage, his grin widening with each passing moment. There was a twisted pleasure in the chaos, a primal satisfaction that surged through his veins like wildfire.
Yizo, ever the silent observer, watched in awe as Ryu dispatched the guards with effortless efficiency. Despite the danger that surrounded them, there was an undeniable beauty in Ryu's movements, a fluidity that spoke volumes of his mastery in combat.
With each strike, Ryu remained stoic and focused, his mind a calm sea amidst the chaos of battle. He moved with purpose.
As the echoes of the guards' screams faded into the night, Ryu turned his gaze towards Jerak's fortress, his malevolent grin still firmly in place.
Ryu: "Lets throw hands.."