Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1358

By the early hours of the morning, the rain had lessened to a gentle drizzle, leaving the air cooler and the night more serene. The quiet respite lulled many into a deeper, more peaceful sleep.

Seven or eight shadowy figures darted through the curfewed city, their movements light and swift. They barely left a trace as they touched down on rooftops, their steps silent.

They arrived at the Capital Guard headquarters. The outer guards had already retreated for the night, leaving only Carissa and her companions waiting in the main hall, tense and alert.

With a quick exchange of glances, the group gripped their weapons.

The assassins had arrived!

The dim light of the hall flickered, and as the black-clad figures descended, a gust of wind extinguished the lamps. Darkness enveloped the room, plunging it into an impenetrable black where even an outstretched hand became invisible.

Amid the darkness, the faint sound of breathing and the subtle rhythm of movements became the only clues to the assassins' positions.

Nicholas led the charge, his inner force leagues ahead of the others. His sword moved with deadly precision, cutting through the air in a sharp arc toward Carissa's neck.

Carissa leaped, her foot landing on the flat of the blade as she evaded the attack. Twisting midair, she landed gracefully, her Rose Spear sweeping forward to clear the immediate danger. Guided by instinct and the faint scent of Violet's presence, she moved to stand back-to-back with her, their weapons raised to meet the incoming assault.

The battle in the pitch-black night was intense, with only the sounds of blades, spears, and swords clashing.

Carissa and the others felt a heavy weight in their hearts. When experts fought, just a few moves could reveal each other's skill level. These people were highly skilled, especially the one who kept attacking Carissa, whose abilities seemed to be beyond measure.

The realization struck the group like a cold wind: Nicholas himself was likely among the attackers. If they could take him down, it would be a monumental victory.

However, before the battle reached its peak, they had already taken turns getting injured, and they hadn't even exchanged a hundred moves yet. Everyone was shocked.

Forget capturing Nicholas—just surviving the fight would already be considered a blessing!

Thankfully, they had strong resolve. Any other group would have crumbled by now.

Huddled together, they fought as a unit, minimizing the risk of being separated in the chaotic darkness. Their eyes began to adjust, faintly discerning shadows. The occasional glint of the sword guided their movements, helping them narrowly avoid lethal blows.

Carissa's Rose Spear, a custom-made weapon, had an adjustable length. She retracted it, ready to extend it in a sudden thrust aimed at her opponent's heart if an opening presented itself.