Chapter 29 Wedding Bells Of War: A Dance Of Blood And Roses

• Elena Silkfang's knuckles whitened around the windowsill as she observed the trio below earlier. The once-pristine courtyard now resembled a butcher's floor, littered with the remains of her men. But what truly unsettled her wasn't the carnage—it was the contrast between the killers.
• The violet-haired woman dispatched guards with clinical precision, freezing entire squads mid-charge before shattering them like glassware. The brute in the black coat fought with unrestrained fury, reducing armored knights to paste with her bare hands. And then there was him—the pretty boy who'd woven a tapestry of gore with smiling lips and vacant eyes.
• "Greetings," Elena called down as the trio entered the mansion, her voice tight. "So, you were the ones slaughtering my men." Her nose wrinkled at the bloody stench rising from the courtyard.