The night was ripe as the moon moved across the sky towards the horizon. Felis knew that he had only a few hours to take over Cetus Monastery and he couldn't afford to waste even a single minute. All his men shifted. They walked to the monastery. He led them to the part which was nearest to the main residence of the High Priest.
Along with his men he crouched in the middle of a thicket to observe movement. There weren't any at this time. Through his mind link, he ordered his men to slowly emerge from their places and start walking towards the monastery.
The walls of the monastery were tall but not enough to stop them. All of them climbed it and jumped to the other side. A wave of magic rippled over them as if cold water was splashed with force. Felis raised his hand to signal his Nyxers to stop. It was dark magic.