"Aah!"
The banquet hall, which had been filled with song and dance moments before, descended into utter chaos as the assassins stormed in. Under the protection of the men in their families, the noble ladies and young women began trying to retreat deeper into the Castle.
But there were too many people and too little room in the corridors. With everyone crowding together in panic, there was no way they could all get out in time.
Some noble warriors who had confidence in their fighting skills immediately drew their swords and charged bravely at the assassins.
These assassins, however, were clearly elite fighters who had undergone special training. Their spears darted like venomous snakes baring their fangs, every thrust claiming a warrior's life.
By now, the two sides were locked together in close combat, leaving Danyla's Great Dragons unable to attack the assassins effectively.
Worse still, some of the assassins hurled their spears at Myracis and the others with all their strength. Caught off guard, Ophiral took a spear straight through her Dragon Wings and threw back her head with a furious roar of pain. Had she not been kind by nature, she would have set everyone at the entrance to the Main Keep ablaze with a blast of dragonfire.
Taking advantage of her size and speed, Digral charged straight into the banquet hall, spread her claws, and crushed the head of the assassin who had wounded Ophileir.
But the banquet hall was simply too cramped for the Great Dragons. After killing four or five assassins in succession, Digral was struck in the wings by two spears and had to leave the hall at once.
By then, Myracis and the others had completely surrounded the Castle gates. Even wings would not have helped the assassins escape.
"Bethany, Fiona, go and