On the night of the mission, Kael and Eiran donned dark cloaks, their faces set with determination.
Eiran whispered an incantation, and a veil of shimmering magic enveloped them, rendering them nearly invisible to the naked eye.
They moved swiftly and silently through the shadows, making their way toward the Vorthal encampment.
As they approached the enemy lines, Kael's heart raced with both anticipation and fear.Eiran led the way, his magic guiding them past guards and patrols.
But Kael couldn't help but notice the strain on the mage's face. The toll of the siege, the constant use of magic, and the looming sacrifice weighed heavily on him.
Finally, they reached the heart of the enemy camp—the command tent. Kael could hear voices inside, discussing battle strategies and the weakening defenses of Norvayne.
"This is it," Eiran whispered. "We take out their leaders, and the army will be thrown into chaos"Kael nodded, drawing his sword. But just as they were about to strike, a cold voice rang out from the shadows.
"I knew you'd come."Kael spun around, his heart sinking. Standing before them was a figure cloaked in darkness—a figure that Kael recognized all too well.
It was Valen, the leader of the Vorthal forces. And worse, it was clear that he had been expecting them.