Metal shrieked as the wrought iron gates of Highcrown Avenue tore free from their stone hinges.
Four Systemic Templars tossed the heavy iron barricades aside and marched onto the pristine grounds of Duke Alaric's estate. The morning sun reflected off their spotless silver armor and cast long shadows across the manicured lawns. Leo walked behind the armored giants and observed the lavish gardens with cold calculation. The assassination attempt from the previous night required an immediate and public response.
The Templars did not bother knocking on the grand entrance. They drove their heavy boots into the carved mahogany doors and splintered the wood into kindling. They stepped through the ruined doorway into a vast foyer decorated with woven tapestries and golden statues. Guards wearing
