Onward, to battle!

   Once every logistic and planning part is settled, the entire team took off in the direction of the palace. Their mode of transportation is a registered airship with the permission to land within the palace grounds itself. A perfect cover for a highly trained assault team. 

   However, every plan has it's own glitches. Their airship is under attack! Before the plan could even be executed!

   "Who in their right mind attacks a Hort airship in these territories? Let's see....." Eisenhower scanned the surroundings for the source of the attack. He noticed something unusual in the forest below.

   "Aha! So it attacked us from the surface!" He took bits of shrapnel wood from the damaged airship and transmuted it into a Treant. The created wood elemental falls towards the source of attack from the sky, at high velocity. The Treant is the size and weight of a normal human being because of the quality and size of the material used. 

   "Perhaps it's better if I improved the airship's defense a bit. I don't want to die so soon." Eisenhower took out a vial of pure mana and a vial of glowing liquid. He smiled with glee at the thought of his second transmutation. "Now is the best time to test this new formula." He jumped off the airship without a second glance at the shocked crew and Kyras.

   "Man overboa...." Before the crew could activate the airship's safety mechanism, Eisenhower created a gigantic slime with his magic. This slime is different from the Treant in a few ways. One, the slime is way bigger. At least as big as a mountain. Two, the slime has no consciousness. The Treant can think for itself and can be persuaded to do something. The slime just obeys Eisenhower. 

   If Eisenhower did not jump off the airship, the slime will destroy it completely. Anyway, he is directly above his 'Giganto Slime'. There is no impact from the fall if he lands on top of the slime. The slime will block any more attacks towards the airship from the forest.

   Both Treant and 'Giganto Slime' are falling down on the forest at high velocity. Followed closely by their creator. Who took out an additional six mysterious vials and laughing maniacally at the thought of battlefield experimentation.

   "I don't like the sound of that laughter...." Kyras said with a grim expression on his face.          

Introductions

   One of the assassins spoke up immediately when he sensed an opportunity to speak his mind.
   "My dream is not immortality. I dream of creation." He spoke these words with a gleeful tone, as if the loot of an entire city lays before him.
   This statement confused Kyras for a moment. "I assumed all of those who gathered here have little goals in life. Who is this person?" thought Kyras. He begun to pay more attention to this mysterious young assassin.
   Then he remembered the profile of this particular assassin and understood why he said those words. Every Keeper is required to memorize the profiles of their subordinates, it has always been a standard procedure.
   His name is Eisenhower, an assassin who used to be a brilliant alchemist. He wears a necklace made out of vials. Each vial glows in vibrant colors, as if they were alive. His red-and-blue hood has been drawn up completely, hiding his facial expressions. He prefers leather armor over robes in combat, and the blood-red leather armor he is wearing now gives him a menacing aura.
   The Magicians Circle thrown him out years ago due to the murder of Prince Azaloth. The tale of that murder can still be heard whispered among fellow assassins. His subsequent application to every other Circle were rejected because of his reputation as "The Mad Alchemist". A reputation that strikes fear into the hearts of lesser men. But none of the men gathered here are any lesser than Eisenhower. Of that Kyras is sure.
   "Interesting. However, no amount of creation is enough for this mission I am about to give all of you." Kyras took out a strange looking stone and show it to them. "Your mission tonight is to place this stone inside the Heart Chamber of Hort Palace".
   The mood instantly changed around the circle at the mention of Hort Palace. The aura of hatred was so strong that a passing lion recoiled and ran away from them in fear. Everybody there has their own reasons for this aura.
   "I know what each of you are thinking. It is precisely why each of you are chosen, because of your connection to that palace."
   Eisenhower spoke again, before the others recovered from the shock of this new knowledge.
   "How did you managed to gather so many of us?"