Delphine and Seraphina, disguised as elderly beings through their spell, approached the towering entrance of the Atlantean prison.
A few moments later, a faint but growing cacophony of noises reached their ears.
Echoes of shouts, clashes, and what seemed like a chaotic brawl resounded from within the imposing walls.
The rhythmic thudding of boots against the cold stone floors reverberated through the corridor, and the air was charged with an electric tension.
Seraphina's eyes locked onto Delphine's as realization dawned.
Delphine's gaze flickered with a mixture of concern and intrigue. "Do you think it's our allies?"
Seraphina nodded, her lips curving into a determined smile.
"It must be. This is our moment, Delphine. While the guards are occupied, we can move forward."
A pair of guards hurriedly brushed past them, drawn by the chaos within.
With the guards preoccupied, Delphine and Seraphina exchanged a resolute nod.
