Quietly sneaking into the tree castle, Oliver discovered he was surrounded by mutiple hallways and a lot of watchful guards. He wondered why the security was so tight as he moved carefully through the shadows, making sure every step was well-planned.
"Damm," he muttered under his breath, his brow furrowing in deep thought. His eyes darted from one guard to the next as they maintained their vigilant posts, unmoved by the stillness of the night. "This place is practically crawling with guards," he observed, his frustration barely concealed. "Why is their security so tight? How the hell am I going to find the princess like this?"
As Oliver walked, he stayed very aware of what was around him. He couldn't afford to be discovered, not with so many guards patrolling the castle's grand halls.
Just as Oliver thought about how to find the princess, he suddenly spotted her moving through a corridor, where the guards respectfully acknowledged her presence.
