The quiet of the palace grounds was thick with the weight of their mission as El-Kharis, Azazel, Leon, and the rogues made their way back under the cloak of night. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light illuminating the stone walls of the palace as they approached with purposeful steps, moving like shadows through the sprawling estate. The night was still, but the tension in the air was palpable. Their task was clear, their plan set, and yet there was an undeniable heaviness to the silence that surrounded them.