Uprooted the Aristocratic Technocracy Organization(4)

Time ticked away, gradually enveloping the world in a shroud of darkness. The vibrant symphony of chirping birds had surrendered to the haunting cries of owls, while the once gentle warm breeze had morphed into a chilling gust, replacing the bustling ambiance of the market with the symphony of nocturnal crickets.

Beneath the ethereal glow of the silver moonlight, Desmond and his loyal guards stood in awe, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they gazed skyward. Gathered outside the house, the guards anxiously awaited Desmond's command. Though they were aware that something extraordinary was about to unfold, none dared to utter a word, knowing the gravity of the situation.