Night fell quickly, the storm clouds that had lingered earlier finally dispersing to reveal a pale crescent moon. The team moved through the forest like shadows, their dark armor blending seamlessly with the terrain. Myne's shadowmancy cloaked their presence, the tendrils of darkness wrapping around them like a second skin.
Ebonhold loomed ahead, its jagged spires rising against the night sky. The fortress was an imposing structure, its blackstone walls pulsing faintly with the energy of defensive wards. Liam had already begun dismantling the wards from a distance, his spectral form flickering as he worked.
"They've reinforced the outer defenses since Joran was last here," Liam whispered to Aiden through their shared communication channel. "This is going to take longer than I expected."
"Just get us in," Aiden replied. "We'll handle the rest."
