Once all members of the Band of Massiah had climbed the makeshift stone staircase and entered the fortress complex, the atmosphere shifted drastically. The golden ornamented walls inside seemed to reflect an aura of arrogance forged over centuries.
Their footsteps were silent, broken only by the faint creak of weapons and held breaths. The Hassasins moved at the front, checking corridor after corridor with precise, calculated movements.
Ren hovered low in the shadows, keeping just a meter off the ground to avoid drawing attention. As he approached Derek, who was walking slightly behind the main group, he turned and asked quietly, "So tell me, why are we storming the palace instead of helping Khan fight the Sandman?"
Derek glanced over, ducking under a hanging lantern's glow. "Because Khan has... deeper thoughts about this," he whispered. "No matter how powerful Miracel is, it's still bound by cause and effect."
