Alex stood outside the lord's manor, the night air thick with tension. His team congregated behind him, awaiting the word to go in. The town was quiet now, but everyone knew that once they attacked, all hell would erupt. Before them now lay the manor: a dark fortress that had long been symbolic of oppression to the people.
Mara fell in beside him, her sword at the ready. "We have taken over most of the town. Are you sure we are ready for this?"
Alex looked over at her and nodded. "We have to be. The longer we wait, the more time the lord has to regroup. He knows we're coming, and he's not going to give up without a fight."
