They split into multiple groups, each with a clear objective.
One group charged straight at the barracks and armory near the city gates, trying to seize more weapons before the defenders could react; another rushed toward the granaries, the foundation of their survival; still more, like sharks scenting blood, surged toward where the flames burned brightest, the streets were widest, and the buildings most magnificent.
That was the wealthy district, where merchants gathered—the symbol of wealth and indulgence, and the foremost target of their frenzied revenge and plunder!
Only then did Golden Scale Port, roused from sleep by earth-shaking cries of battle, the thunderous blasts of muskets, and the shrill alarm bells suddenly ringing out across the city to signal an enemy attack, convulse violently from its slumber like a giant beast whose tail had been stepped on, spasming as it let out a howl of agony!
Countless residents woke from their dreams. Listening to the cries, screams, clashing weapons, and collapsing houses outside grow ever nearer and clearer, they curled up in corners, trembling in terror.
On the streets, defending soldiers jolted awake from sleep, half-dressed and panicked as they rushed from their barracks, only to find flames erupting everywhere and thick smoke billowing through the air. Everywhere were rebels sprinting wildly with savage faces, and people shouting in every direction amid utter chaos, with no one in command.
Just as the entire city descended into tremendous turmoil and the defenders' command system was nearly paralyzed, another deadly dagger plunged viciously into Golden Scale Port's heart from behind!
"The Northern Border soldiers have rebelled! Run for your lives! We can't hold it!"
"The rebels are in the city! They're killing everyone they see! Run!"
"The governor has fled! Everyone, run!"
Fatis, clad in gleaming breastplate and a scarlet cloak,