The mansion's labyrinthine halls seemed endless, each turn and hidden passage revealing new layers of decay and neglect. The group moved with purpose, their footsteps echoing softly against the walls. Every so often, Sol would glance back at Joule and Neoma, his jaw set in a tight line, his emotions a turmoil of jealousy and irk.
As they reached a central room within the mansion, Owel held up a hand, signaling for them to stop. He peered through a c***k in the heavy wooden door, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation outside.
"I spotted them. We’ve got multiple hostiles," Owel whispered, his tone calm but urgent.
“Bachelors again?” Neoma mocked.
“I don’t think they are; they’re more organized. They're surrounding the perimeter. We'll need to prepare ourselves for a confrontat
