"Your turn, Iron-Scale," Red muttered.
Deep beneath the eastern banks, the pitch-black tunnels violently collapsed inward. Iron-Scale dropped from the ceiling, leading a dozen Kobold Inquisitors. The metallic scales of the Harbinger scraped against the stone walls as he fired his Clockwork Grappling Spools. Thick iron chains shot through the darkness and impaled the lead Shadow-Weaver through the chest, pinning the assassin directly to the dirt floor.
The remaining infiltrators tried to scramble backward into the collapsed tunnel. The Inquisitors raised their Pneumatic Bolt-Throwers and flooded the confined space with alchemical fire. Bright violet flames incinerated the stealth magic, exposing the trapped assassins.
Iron-Scale stepped forward and raised his scythe. He brought the bladed limb down, cleanly decapitating the pinned Shadow-Weaver. The entire server watched the live execution render in high definition on their screens.
