They were the unspeakable, the last fighters left. Before Noxus took Filore, they were all sentinels of the fortress. The shame of that defeat still burns in their hearts, and neither does the desire to expel the Noxians from their ancestral lands.

After everyone was on deck, they waited for a while, and a few minutes later Shirik appeared.

"It's over," she said.

Nine Ionian Silencers flowed to the side of the battleship, followed closely by the siblings who took the lead. Their movements flowed smoothly, and they ran lightly along the stone docks in the direction of the fortress of Filor.

They rushed from one shadow to another, like nine ghosts, and finally stopped together under the first wall. They swarmed into the darkness and waited motionlessly for a patrol to pass by, a few Noxian warriors chatting and laughing in their rough language, and the Ionians who were far away could see it with their night vision.

No sooner had the patrol turned the corner than several infiltrators moved again, climbing up the bare walls and alternating with their hands neatly. They look effortless, like climbing a ladder, except that they don't actually have any handrails.

Cirick was the first to climb to the battlement. She glanced at it, then quickly retracted, completely still, one hand hanging from the battlement. The people below her were all still, and seeing her make a series of gestures quickly, they quickly climbed to the same height as her. She clenched a fist and climbed up the wall, her brother Aujin close behind. Unbeknownst to the Noxians, the pair of Ionians followed them like ghosts, gently mandling around the top of the battlement.

Chirik and Augin then jumped into the middle of the enemy, and all four guards were killed before they could even draw their swords.

The last guard was killed clasping his neck tightly to contain the blood that was pouring out, and then staggered to the edge of the wall, where Ciric grabbed him, embraced him like his own lover, and slowly lowered him to the ground; If he fell, the sound of the impact would undoubtedly cause alarm.

The other two nearby guards were quickly brought down, silently and mercilessly, before the other Ionians climbed the walls. After a moment's pause, the nine figures continued to move as one, rushing through an open courtyard and climbing the walls of the inner layer of the fortress.

Everyone knew their goal, and everyone knew the terrain of the fortress inside out, because it was a fortification built by their own people. The Noxians were nothing more than temporary occupiers.

They climbed up the inner wall and climbed over the battlements, as if they were helped, and happened to stagger the two teams of sentinels on the wall. The high cliffs against which the fortress of Firol rests now provide them with a shadow to melt into the night.

Just then they heard a loud roar, echoing from the direction of the docks.

Aujin hid the curse in his breath. "They know," he hissed.

"I had hoped to go a little deeper when the first body was found," Mr. Chirik said, "but it didn't matter. We continue to act as planned. ”

The first roar was followed by more roars, and then the bell rang out, echoing throughout the fortress.

"The time has come," Mr. Chirik said. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts fall silent. She opened her psychic eye and saw the dark crystal she had hidden under the deck of the Noxian battleship, which she then taped into to animate it.

She wasn't a magician, nor was she a soul magician, but like most of her compatriots, she could feel the magic of the land and manipulate it in extremely insignificant ways. Her abilities are just ordinary talents, just like the peasants in her village can twist a little magic into their crops. It was surprising to look at to outsiders, but among her compatriots, this simple talent was nothing remarkable and not surprising. It's like whistling, or curling your tongue – some people are born with it, and some people can't in their lifetime.

Cilik adjusted the depth of his breathing, intensifying the silent invocation and encouraging the flame stone to use its original properties.

Her innate ability is small, but the effect of the crystal activation it triggers is no small one. Of course, the instability of the Flame Stone itself is the main one, and her innate ability is secondary, but no matter what, the results produced are shocking.

In the harbor below, the Scarlet Huntress of Noxus exploded, and a ball of fire lit up the night with a wave of heat. All the soldiers who had been awakened by the sound of Filore's alarm bell stopped and stared blankly at the sudden sea of purgatory fire.

Cilik opened his eyes. "Let's go." She said.

Kahlan crept up to the stone dock, flanked by the guards, his three tails swept menacingly.

"Ionian sabotage, I guess so, my lord," said a nervous-looking officer, who needed to jog in small steps to keep up with Kalan's. "The explosion of black powder, I guess it is."

Kahlan paused, frowning at the damage on the docks.

The Scarlet Huntress is completely gone, only the bottom of the ship remains. There are still woods on fire. The three ships next to him were also set on fire, and while the crew was struggling to put out the fire, Karan knew at a glance that at least one of them could not be saved, and he roared in exasperation, baring a row of fangs.

"We have taken the dock and are currently searching all other vessels," the nervous officer said. "If there are more explosives, we will definitely find them."

Kahlan ignored him, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. He got down on one knee, scratched the ground a few times, and then took it to his nose and sniffed it.

"If they're still here, my lord, they won't be able to hide for long," the officer said, apparently uncomfortable with the commander's silence. "Still, I guess they're far away."

Karan stood up and looked along the pier to the other side of the ocean, looking at the towering city walls.

"Cowardice," the officer commented. "They know that siege warfare can't win us, so they can only hurt us in other ways. But we won't rest on our laurels! We are Noxus! We-"

"Quiet," Calan yelled. He finally looked at the officer, his yellow eyes unblinking. The man turned pale under his gaze, and seemed to have grown shorter, like a toad retreating into its own hole. "It's flame stones that are blown up, not black powder. And here they are. This is not a cowardly move. ”

The officer didn't dare to breathe. "Isn't it?" He mustered up the courage to squeeze out a few words, and the volume was not as loud as a mouse's bark.

"It's not." Kahlan turned his head and strode back towards the fortress of Philore. "It's a sound of sound."

Karan was furious. He'll settle accounts with this idiot later. Now, he needs to focus on something more important.

"Their goal is the Dream Pool." He roared.

Cirick covered the Noxian's mouth with his hand until he stopped struggling, then lowered his dead body to the ground. She wiped her bloody dagger dry with his coat and watched her brother and the others dispose of the other Noxians, emptying the ground floor of the tower.