Standing atop a rooftop, Sol looked into the distance illuminated by torches held onto by numerous people gathered around the barricaded City Guard.
Loud cries could be heard, all mixed with rage and sorrow. Civilians threw stones at the fully armored guards stationed outside but this was useless against their complete set of magic equipment.
Tensions were rising and everyone's attention was focused there, making it the perfect time for Sol to carry out his next plan.
Sol crouched at the center of the flat stone surface. In his hands, he held a vial of thick, crimson liquid blood taken from his victims of the previous night before killing them. He also had a pouch filled with the ashes of the people he reduced to dust and a few candles he stole from the Litharis Family storage room.
"This has to be precise," Sol murmured to himself.
