Inside the royal city, chaos was quickly spreading. This time, the Griffin Knights descending from the sky showed no intention of setting fires. Instead, taking advantage of the cover of night and their superior vision, they swooped down, attacking the guards below with sharp claws or Divine Arts before effortlessly ascending into the sky before any counterattack could reach them.
"Take aim, everyone—shoot those damned griffins down!" roared an officer leading a troop of musketeers, left with no choice but to command his men to aim at the sky and keep firing relentlessly.
However, they could only rely on the sparse light shed by the crescent moon to barely make out the terrifying beasts plummeting down from above. After a round of shooting, not a single griffin feather was disturbed.
As the musketeers began to reload their ammunition, a sharp dagger burst from the darkness, slicing the officer's throat in an instant.
