Steadily, Voldrak, Maravi, and Seravi strode toward the city's heart, their eyes set on the towering spires and polished walls of the wealthy compound looming in the distance.
It was an imposing estate, surrounded by large iron gates and adorned with statues of beasts in mid-battle, their snarls carved into stone.
Banners hung from the mansion's high walls, and the windows glittered in the waning sunlight, casting a regal aura over the entire scene. There was tension in the air, especially since not a single guard seemed to be stationed at the gates—an unnatural quiet that made Maravi and Seravi exchange wary glances.
"This place reeks of arrogance," Seravi muttered under her breath, her feline eyes narrowing as they approached the gates.
"Arrogance... and something else," Voldrak replied, his cold eyes scanning the compound. "No guards outside means they're waiting for us inside."
