A look of terror appeared on the maid's face, but ultimately, she bowed her head very respectfully.
"Yes!"
No one knew what would happen next, but defying the great Lord of the Black Mist meant only death awaited them!
John and his group took a moment to gather themselves, initially thinking there was nothing much to worry about; they would simply go when it was time.
However, just as they were about to depart, they heard knocking at the door again, and upon opening it, they saw the same beautiful servant.
The maid, with a gentle smile, looked at them very respectfully.
"I will be leading you to the upcoming event."
"Please follow me," she said softly, smiling tenderly and gesturing for them to follow.
John and his companions then put on their masks and followed her out.
As they donned their masks, they acutely sensed a faint magical fluctuation emanating from them.
