The next day, Cain stood before a cracked mirror, meticulously applying makeup to his face.
He was creating a disguise, a mask that would allow him to infiltrate the Hallowed Creed without raising suspicion.
Brittney and Elara stood at the door, their eyes fixed on his face.
"Are you sure about this?" Brittney asked, watching him with concern. "It's risky. We don't know what we're walking into."
"It's a risk we have to take," Cain said, his voice firm.
"If we want to stop the Don, we need to know what he's planning. And the only way to do that is to get inside."
He finished applying the makeup, transforming his familiar features into the face of a nondescript follower.
He donned a simple robe, similar to the ones the man had described, and stepped back to assess his reflection.
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