The moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the warehouse. Alaric and Thalia remained hidden, their breaths steady as they observed the guards patrolling the perimeter. The air was thick with anticipation, every rustle of leaves and distant call of a night creature heightening their senses.
"We need to move now," Alaric whispered, his eyes fixed on a gap in the guards' patrol route. "There's a short window before they circle back."
Thalia nodded, her expression resolute. Together, they moved swiftly and silently, their training evident in their fluid movements. They reached the side of the warehouse, pressing themselves against the cool stone wall. Alaric glanced around the corner, ensuring the path was clear before signaling Thalia to follow.
