The next morning dawned under a heavy blanket of freshly fallen snow, casting an eerie quietness over the castle. The morning breakfast was over within an hour and everyone left to do their work.
Annalise and the Dark Lords gathered in the living room after breakfast as the four of them had their own plan for the day. The anticipation hung in the air as they discussed about what and how they were going to handle the mission.
With determined expressions, they climbed the grand staircase that led to the upper floor, their footsteps echoing in the vast hallway. Finally, they reached the ornate door that concealed the entrance to the Secret Realm. They stood before it, uncertain of how to proceed.
Though they all knew that it was Annalise who could make the castle allow the Dark Lords entrance into the Secret Realm, neither the Dark Lords nor Annalise herself had any clue how to do that.
