Kael moved into position, his hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as he cast the illusion. The false image of attackers approaching from the opposite side of the outpost sent the guards into a frenzy, drawing them away from their posts.
"Now," Elara whispered, signaling her team to move. They slipped through the shadows, bypassing the outer defenses and making their way toward the outpost's main entrance.
The gate was heavily guarded, but the diversion had pulled most of the guards away. Elara's team moved swiftly, taking out the remaining guards with silent precision. They pushed open the heavy wooden doors and slipped inside.
The interior of the outpost was dimly lit, the walls lined with dark tapestries and ancient runes. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense and the oppressive weight of dark magic. Elara led the way, her senses heightened as she scanned the area for any signs of danger.
