In Dain's view, his job as a night watch might be boring, but it was safe. Even if the enemy were to attempt a forced landing, they would only attack from the northern coast. Only if the Venetians had lost their minds would they attack the impregnable Red Sulfur Bay.
At this moment, Dain was just hoping that the next shift would come quickly to relieve him, as he was unbearably sleepy.
As he was about to doze off to the sound of the waves, a faint sound of footsteps came from behind him, and the groggy Dain asked loudly, "Who's there?"
"Relief for the watch."
"Hey, what time is it now? Why are you so late?"
The newcomer did not answer, only approaching closer.
When they were only six or seven steps away, Dain finally saw the other's face smudged with black, and he exclaimed in surprise, "You..."
Before he could finish speaking, the person raised their hand, and a flash of cold light passed, a steel spike pierced Dain's eye and protruded from the back of his skull.