The team looked to her, their own fears and doubts momentarily forgotten in the face of her unwavering resolve. Seyrin nodded, her expression grim. "We knew this would not be an easy path," she said. "But we are not here to play games or dance around the truth. We are here to end this."
With that, they moved into position. Elara, with a steely look in her eyes, approached the palace gates under the guise of a lost traveler. The guards eyed her suspiciously, but she played her part well, her youth and innocence a stark contrast to the shadows that clung to the rest of the team. Lizzy watched from afar, her mind entwined with the dreams of the guards, subtly guiding their suspicions away from their true intentions.
Inside the palace, the prince's mind grew restless, dreams of a tantalizing encounter filling his thoughts. He sent for the most exquisite entertainers, but none could satisfy the yearning that had been planted by Lizzy's skilled manipulation. The anticipation grew, a silent beacon that drew him to the secret garden where Elara awaited. She played the role of a seductress with an ease that sent a shiver down the spine of even the most seasoned warrior.
The prince, blinded by his desires, stumbled into their meticulously laid trap. His eyes widened with surprise as the team emerged from the shadows, their expressions a mix of fury and determination. His guards, their thoughts muddled by Lizzy's power, were caught off-guard. In an instant, the third personality of Revy Gray took charge, his katana flashing through the moonlit air. The prince, despite his divine lineage, was no match for the fury that fueled the young warrior's blade.