At night, when the darkness thickened, two mysterious figures emerged from the shadows of the palace. It was none other than Erebos, and Gregor. The air was thick with anticipation as they prepared to leave the palace again.
As they stepped out into the darkness, Erebos turned to Gregor, his voice low and commanding. "Let's return"
Gregor, ever faithful, nodded in agreement. "As you command, my lord. We will move like ghosts, leaving no trace behind."
With their hoods pulled low and their steps light, they weaved through the hallways, avoiding the prying eyes of the other guards.
After a while, they both disappeared.
As they disappeared into the night, their presence fading like a wisp of smoke.
