Chai Ge hunched his waist and crawled through the window's wreckage, along with the sound of seven pairs of iron-bottomed boots crunching on shattered glass, entering the hall. All eight men straightened at once, drawing their swords—the hall was a chaotic scene, bodies sprawled out amid rivers of blood; cultists were everywhere, but the guards around the few big shots had stabilized their positions, particularly the Princess's entourage, notably with the young man beside the Earl of Yan Castle holding a greatsword, standing strong against numerous foes.
