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The Assault
Author: X34L
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As night descended, the innkeeper brought dinner for the four travelers.

Since Banu had paid handsomely, the service was far above what ordinary guests could expect.

That evening, the aroma of roasted lamb filled the air. The innkeeper had spent the entire day preparing it, roasting the meat slowly until it was tender and golden.

“The meat is incredibly soft and delicious,” Banu said between mouthfuls, his voice full of delight.

No one answered. Each of them was lost in their own meal, the crackle of the hearth and the faint howl of the wind outside the only sounds filling the quiet room.

Then suddenly—chaos erupted beyond the walls. Angry shouts echoed through the night. The sound of feet rushing and the clatter of weapons broke the calm.

Arga froze mid-bite, his instincts flaring. His hand swiftly reached for the sword resting beside him.

“They’ve found us,” he said, his voice low and cold. “Prepare for battle.”

Arimbi immediately grabbed her Sacred Sword, following Arga toward the
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