As the night deepened, Aiden and Lirael stood on the castle balcony, gazing out over the flickering lights of the city. They could see the faint outlines of each district, where loyalists and allies lay in wait, prepared to rise when the signal was given. It was surreal to think that just a few months ago, they had been quietly plotting the foundation of this movement. Now, the pieces were in place, and Aiden knew they were on the brink of something monumental.
"Tomorrow, we make the first move," he said, his tone resolute. "Our allies are prepared, and each city under our control stands ready to support us. But we must be careful with how we proceed. Once the nobles hear of the shift in power, they'll be quick to take sides."
