The moon hung low in the night sky, its pale glow filtering softly through the grand windows of the academy's forbidden west wing a place that lay silent and shrouded in mystery. Tonight, however, shadows flickered across the walls as a group gathered quietly in one of the abandoned lecture halls, their whispered voices mixing uneasily with the gentle creaking of the old, wooden floorboards.
"Are we certain they're the main obstacles?" a cloaked figure murmured, hood pulled low to obscure their face. "They're just servants. Two simple caretakers."
A taller, broader silhouette shook their head slowly, annoyance evident even without visible features. "Do not underestimate them. Elira Valenheart and Mara Nightshade are no mere servants. The princess's protection is absolute because of those two. Removing them is critical."
