The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the encampment. The preparations for the victory march towards Astellia's capital were well underway, with soldiers and servants bustling about, ensuring everything was in place for the grand event the next day. Fires crackled, casting a warm light that mingled with the moon's ethereal glow, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and triumph.
Lyan, however, had other plans. Slipping through the shadows, he moved with practiced stealth, his steps silent against the cobblestones of the Duke's castle courtyard. His destination was the prison deep within the castle's bowels, where he hoped to find answers. The night was his ally, its darkness providing the perfect cover as he navigated through the maze of soldiers and sentries.