As night draped itself over the capital, a quiet procession gathered beneath Cestine Palace, far below its glittering halls and marble corridors, at the concealed exit known only to a trusted few. The air was cool, tinged with the faint scent of stone and steel.
Lory stood between Fredhardt and Lucas, speaking in low tones. A few steps away, Jay and Clift circled the vehicle with meticulous attention, checking panels and scanning seals. Fargo, Leon, and Zhao Li Xin conversed nearby, their expressions serious, voices measured and restrained.
This was no leisure trip, but meticulous preparation for a dangerous mission; still and all, no one looked nervous. After a final exchange, Lory clapped her hands lightly, the sound crisp against the underground stillness.
"Alright then," she said with an easy smile. "It's time for me to go."
