Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 799

As soon as they crossed Swallowstone Street, Carissa felt an oppressive murderous air surround them.

The killing intent was palpable, accompanied by a scent of blood that only someone attuned to such darkness could detect. Carissa recognized it all too well—from that fateful night at Valor Estate, when those suicide soldiers had descended like shadows.

Her mentor had once spoken of the brutal process of training these killers. Those who survived emerged from the corpses of beasts and men alike, forged in a sea of blood and death.

And no matter how skilled they became, they always carried with them a heavy aura of slaughter and a lingering stench of blood.

"Everyone, stay alert!"

Her voice cut through the wind, reaching every ear in the group.

Eyes narrowed in focus as they gripped their weapons tightly, sensing the slightest rustle in the air. After they crossed the intersection, a faint yet sharp tremor filled the atmosphere. It was the unmistakable sound of swords being drawn, carried by the northern wind.

"Stop!" Michael raised a hand, halting the formation.

"Assassins! It's dangerous!" he shouted, dispersing the nearby civilians.

The few townsfolk—mostly merchants heading home—paused in confusion at Michael's warning before turning and running in fear.

Suddenly, a sword sliced through the air, hurtling toward Carissa.

Swiftly leaping from her horse, she deflected the blade with her spear and sent it flying to the ground.

In an instant, about ten figures descended from both sides, clad in tight-fitting clothes and masked, weapons drawn and aimed directly at Carissa. Their intent seemed singular—to take her down.

Carissa's expression hardened as she sprang into action, her spear slicing through the air. She leaped over the flurry of blades, bringing her weapon down with a force that shook the ground beneath her.