The Blood Council ships did not arrive quietly.
They cut through the morning mist in tight formation, black hulls gliding across dark water like blades through silk.
The first iron signal rang from the southern watchtower.
Once.
Twice.
War.
Darius was already moving before the second ring faded.
"All southern units to formation," he commanded.
"Eastern flank secure the dock."
"Evacuate the lower quarter. Move the civilians to the inner square now."
Guild runners scattered instantly.
Market vendors abandoned their stalls.
Mothers pulled children from doorways.
Two guild guards moved door to door.
"Inside. Now. Leave everything."
At the lower pier, Varric stepped into position as the first Blood Council fighters disembarked.
"Form a line across the stair access," he ordered.
"Do not let them split us."
Three enforcers advanced first, crimson aura weaving around their arms.
Varric met the lead attacker head on.
