"We're late," one of the ghostly figures muttered as they emerged from the shadows, their forms flickering like mirages.
"But how did the rebel faction get the news before us?" another assassin questioned with confusion and frustration.
"It's not about being late. They outplayed us," one of the figures said darkly. "They deliberately delayed sending the news to Emperor Vansing. This was orchestrated. They knew we would arrive here... too late to do anything."
"What? Are we caught in a trap?" a younger assassin asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Panic started to ripple through the group as their confidence wavered. They scanned their surroundings, their higher senses on alert for any signs of danger.
Their worry is understandable.
