บท 210: Alan Was Having Fun With The Beehive

[Guys shower me with gifts, golden tickets and stones, thanks]

[We Need to Get the highest stones and Golden tickets this week, Let's go Sparta!!]

[Hop into the discord group]

"Miss Zena is here!"

Clack!

Clack!

Four soldiers walked in with armours of steel, two soldiers in the front and two in the back and in between them was a woman covered in black armour, her face covered with a long black metallic mask.

The castle's grand entranceway seemed to welcome Zena and her subordinates with a solemn hush. Zena's presence, covered in an air of cold authority, demanded attention even from the very stones that comprised the castle walls.

Her subordinates, similarly adorned in attire that echoed her own darkness, followed in disciplined formation. Each step was precise, each movement a testament to their training and loyalty. Like Zena's, their faces remained hidden beneath masks that betrayed no emotion.