Some of the evil cultivators, sensing something was wrong, gathered in a dark alley, away from the main festivities.
They were nervous, their eyes darting around as they whispered to one another.
They had noticed the dwindling number of their comrades and were preparing to sound the alarm. But the Serpents were faster.
Before the group could react, two Shadow Serpents dropped from the rooftops, their blades flashing in the moonlight.
The first Serpent landed silently behind the nearest evil cultivator, her dagger slicing through his throat before he could even draw a breath to shout.
The second Serpent moved just as quickly, dispatching the next two with swift, brutal efficiency. The evil cultivators didn't even have time to draw their weapons.
Blood splattered across the stone walls of the alley, but the Serpents remained silent, their faces expressionless as they cleaned their blades and melted back into the shadows.
