The Intruders

The bright moon to the west shone in the corner of a small alley. Thales leaned against the wall in the alley while he looked around at the Blood Whistle mercenaries, or rather, the Disaster Swords. They were lurking around silently and skillfully while being extremely vigilant. As he watched them, he felt anxious.

'Damn it.'

After they left the tavern, they took their separate ways, but they became more alert.

'I won't find a chance like this anymore.'

The Disaster Swords pretty much acted as fast as lightning from their planning to execution. After a few minutes, the Prince of Constellation and Quick Rope were brought out of the tavern efficiently and in an inconspicuous manner. They were now near the Prison of Bones.