Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Figures darted through the night.
The assassins slipped past the patrols with expert stealth and approached the Arkham Summer Palace.
But before they could scale the walls, searchlights lit up around them, bathing the entire square in daylight-bright radiance.
Jonis and the others appeared with a contingent of palace guards.
Rabio exclaimed in genuine admiration, "Sir Roland really does foresee everything!"
Jonis glanced at him. "Strategic Deduction is indeed remarkable, but this time we bribed one of their men. An informant tipped us off."
Divination spells were never perfectly accurate. They had stationed troops here and waited for a long time, too.
At last, their targets had arrived.
Jonis swept his hand forward and ordered, "Take them all! Capture them alive if possible!"
Everyone surged forward and quickly subdued the assassins.
These men were the last of Adilo's resources, and they had come prepared to die.
Despite everyone's best efforts, several killed themselves on the spot. Only one was knocked unconscious before he could bite through his poison capsule.
Feeling embarrassed, Jonis tried to salvage his dignity. "Hurry to the legion's quarters and fetch Sir Linge!"
Rabio did not know Summoning the Dead, but that was no problem. Plenty of people in Atrelin's government did.
Before long, High Mage Linge arrived in person and summoned the dead assassins' spirits for interrogation.
The survivor witnessed it firsthand, and his entire understanding of the world collapsed.
He stammered in terror, "The... the work of devils!"
Jonis threatened him. "Tell us who masterminded this operation and give us the full plan, or we'll put your soul in a Soul Bottle and burn it with netherfire a hundred times a day!"
"No, no! I'll talk!"
With things having reached this point, all he could hope for was a quick death.