[Third Person POV - The Capital]The High Council building was a symbol of prosperity and unconditional authority. It was lined with white marble, gold fixtures and invaluable art.It was not constructed to counter attack at the inside.Dante and his fifty Black Summit warriors crept out of the dusty sub-basement as shadows. They got on the ground floor just in time to see a patrol of Elite guards passing the elevators. The guards were laughing and their silver armor clinked gently. They were absolutely secure, thinking that the war was hundreds of miles off in the frozen North.They didn't even have time to scream.Dante had a horror-stricken, death-dealing speed. His dark Moon-steel broadsword cut the air, and entirely pierced the silver breastplate of the nearest guard. The rest of the guards got their weapons and were overrun by the Black Summit warriors."Take the stairs, Dante said in a low, harsh voice, and went over the guards who had fallen. Turn off the security cameras on a
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