The assassins' formation crumbled the moment Ignis dropped through the ceiling. Their telepathic communication flickered as they realized the odds had shifted. Three more targets had become a full squad of monsters.
Ignis's flames roared, and her aura pressed down on the room like a physical weight. The assassins stumbled, their coordination breaking as her draconic presence washed over them.
"You're not going anywhere," Ignis said.
Alice didn't wait. Shadows coiled from her feet, snaking across the debris-strewn floor, wrapping around the assassins' ankles, their wrists, their throats. The void-touched bindings tightened, locking them in place.
"You're going to tell us everything," Alice said.
The lead assassin's mask didn't move, but his body stiffened and his hand twitched.
Then the hissing began.
A thin, grey smoke began to seep from the seams of their armor. It curled around their bodies, acrid and thick, and Azrynn's yellow eyes widened as she recognized it.
