The final infiltration was the most crucial part of our plan. Every step, every movement, every breath had to be precise. We approached the palace under the cover of darkness, the air thick with anticipation and tension. The walls of King Harland's stronghold loomed before us, a stark reminder of the tyranny we had vowed to overthrow.
Lilith led the way, her keen senses alert for any signs of danger. She signaled for us to halt, her eyes narrowing as she spotted a patrol of guards. We crouched low, blending into the shadows. The guards passed by, oblivious to our presence. Once they were out of sight, we moved swiftly and silently towards the palace gates.
Arawn's magic cloaked us in shadows, rendering us nearly invisible. Morgana whispered incantations under her breath, creating illusions to distract any guards that came too close. Baelgor and Roderic, with their formidable strength and stealth, took point, ensuring our path remained clear.