The group made their way towards the Song mansion, the moonlight guiding their path through the city's quiet streets. The air held a sense of anticipation as they approached the noble stronghold, shrouded in darkness.
As they neared the mansion, Lyle felt the weight of the armor, and the responsibility it carried, pressing on him. The plan hinged on their ability to navigate the elaborate security measures and the unpredictable twists within the mansion's walls.
The gates of the Song mansion opened with a faint creak, revealing the grandeur within. The courtyard, adorned with well-manicured gardens and sculptures, lay under the watchful gaze of the mansion's towering structure. The ambiance hinted at a noble gathering, and the distant sound of music reached their ears.
Lyle, flanked by his companions, entered the mansion, he was standing right behind Sied, as well as Reginald, who stood next to the Prince.
