A Sudden Changes

After Desmond's words faded, the battle erupted, and the assassins lunged forward, their swords menacingly pointed toward the short-haired woman. The clash of steel reverberated through the air, its piercing shrillness slicing through the tense atmosphere. In the depths of her furious gaze, a fiery rage burned, fueling her resolve.

"Don't you dare forget our mission!" she snapped, her words laden with fury. Her thunderous voice echoed in their minds, but the assassins seemed unfazed, wearing grins that betrayed their disregard. One of them even went so far as to audaciously spit saliva onto her beautiful face.

Within the tranquil confines of the dome, devoid of sunlight, a chilling breeze whispered through the air, caressing their bodies. The lingering scent of the assassin's fresh saliva carried a pungent mixture of alcohol and dried meat.