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While these shadowy figures whispered amongst themselves, countless tendrils of black mist withdrew from the buildings, walls, and grounds of Weizemay Manor, intensifying the darkness that pervaded the estate and pulling it once more into that surreal, dream-like state.
Without any need for a signal, these shadowy figures could distinctly discern the most opportune moment to strike, rushing towards the manor without order, fearing that even a moment's delay would see the glory of battle snatched away by another, for there was but one Blasphemer.
Grand as Weizemay Manor was, the targets of these shadowy figures were clear: they made a beeline for the third floor of the manor's main building without any intention to split up.
In their eyes, the Blasphemer marked by the Goddess was like a torch in the darkness, guiding their path forward with uncanny precision.
The manor was not undefended.
Along the way, they bypassed no fewer than five physical traps and three magic traps.
