The assassins dismounted their horses and hid in the woods. They didn't make a sound, and they blended in with the environment, making them impossible to find with the naked eye. They didn't communicate with each other, they were so disciplined that they stayed still like a statue until the target was visible.
They waited longer than they should since they had calculated the time or arrival of Anastasha's carriage. However, they didn't move a muscle, still hidden in the woods without making a sound.
The breeze and wind was so calming and the shades that blocked the sunlight made them feel safe. Until they heard a thud sound coming from behind them. They slowly turned their heads and saw a headless body, one of their own.
Rasmus stood in the middle of the path with a head hanging from his left hand. All the assassins didn't feel any presence at all, and they knew if someone that capable could find them without being noticed, they were no match for him.
