The whispers of rebellion grew louder with each passing day, echoing through the corridors of Deyonjay Stone’s stronghold. Krissan and her allies moved with careful precision, their every action calculated to avoid detection. They knew that one misstep could spell disaster, but they also knew that hesitation was not an option.
In the quiet hours of the night, Krissan found herself in the strategy room, poring over maps and documents. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows, and the weight of their mission hung heavy in the air. She was not alone—Salvatore stood by her side, his presence a steady reminder of their shared resolve.
“Lady Krissan,” Salvatore began, his voice a low rumble, “we’ve identified a few more potential allies within Deyonjay’s ranks. Men and women who have grown
