As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of crimson and gold across the sky, Kael Valtieri stood at the edge of the fortified airship dock. The Aetherwing Skiff hovered silently before him, its sleek frame glistening under the twilight. The air was tense with anticipation. Tonight, he would infiltrate Count Gregor's domain and uncover the weaknesses that would lead to the Valtieri's victory.
Victor Dalmont, clad in darkened armor designed for stealth, approached him. "We'll cover your retreat if things go south, young lord. Are you certain about this?"
Kael nodded, his gaze steady. "I need precise information before we commit our forces. This isn't just about winning this war; it's about making sure we minimize our losses. Trust me."
Alice, standing beside him with her usual impassive expression, added softly, "Be careful, Master. If you require assistance, I will come for you."
