We are...[My Lord wants his property, the demons you have so stupidly kept as your slaves]

[General pov]

Like shadows, they moved gracefully across the building tops, the night sky embracing their stealthy presence in the inky darkness.

Cloaked in attire that concealed their identities, they approached their elusive destination.

Finally, they reached the rooftop, descending one by one with the grace of silent hunters.

Their footfalls made no sound as they alighted on the hard surface.

The moonlight cast long, eerie shadows, adding an aura of mystique to their movements.

Their surroundings were shrouded in a dense forest, the trees looming like ancient sentinels, their leaves rustling in the faint breeze.

The distant hoot of an owl was the only sound to pierce the profound silence, creating an eerie symphony of nature.

Rose, standing at the forefront of the group, donned an unusual attire that set her apart from the others.