The glow of the moon shone down on the Royal Palace in the north of the Tretidan Capital, making the quartz statues and monuments seem almost magical. What's more, the newly carved details on the palace walls seemed to come to life under the soft light, while the gardens exuded enveloping fragrances.
Xisrith felt a mixture of fascination and nervousness, but Kaizen's presence at her side was encouraging.
Climbing the stone stairs that led to the palace's main gate, they saw the imposing royal guards posted at the thick, imposing gates. Their white armor shone like ancient relics, and their spears seemed to touch the stars above. Xisrith inhaled deeply, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
As they approached the limit allowed for tourists, one of the guards approached, raising his hand in greeting. "Identify yourselves and state your intention."
Kaizen stepped forward and said loudly:
