The resistance hideout was eerily quiet as Alex stepped inside, his boots barely making a sound against the cold stone floor. The air was thick with tension, the kind that only came before a battle. He knew the upcoming mission would be the most dangerous one yet.
Nyssa leaned against a wooden table, her sharp gaze scanning over a map of a noble house estate. "This is where they're keeping the artifacts. If we retrieve them, we might find a way to weaken the mana suppression."
Soren crossed his arms. "Getting in is the easy part. Getting out alive is another story. We need a solid escape plan."
Alex studied the map, his mind already working through potential routes. "The patrols change every two hours. If we strike just before the shift, we can slip in and out without raising alarms."
Nyssa smirked. "You're learning."
As they finalized their plans, a messenger burst into the room, panting. "The empire has increased security. They're expecting an attack."
Soren cursed under his breath. "Looks like we have a traitor in our midst."
Alex clenched his fists. Betrayal within Twilight was a death sentence. He glanced at Nyssa and Soren. "Then we move faster than they expect."
With that, the mission was set. They had only one chance to strike before the empire tightened its grip even further.