The night air was thick with tension as Lyan, Erich, Julius, Vilgira, and Borton approached the castle walls. The group moved with practiced stealth, their movements almost imperceptible as they slipped through the shadows. The moonlight cast a silvery glow on the stone walls, and the silence was broken only by the distant sounds of the encamped army maintaining their ruse of retreat.
Lyan led the way, his senses honed by years of experience. They encountered their first obstacle—a pair of guards patrolling a side entrance. With swift, silent precision, Lyan dispatched one guard with a quick slice of his dagger while Julius took out the other, muffling his target's final gasp. The bodies were hidden in the underbrush, and the group continued forward.
