Fang Clan (III)

The night was calm over Chengdu, but the Fang Clan's compound was alive with activity.

Guards patrolled the high walls, their weapons glinting under the flickering flames of torches.

The compound sprawled across several acres, a fortress of dark stone and fire. It stood as a testament to the clan's power and cruelty, hiding atrocities that Silas had vowed to expose and dismantle.

High above, Silas hovered, the city lights of Chengdu twinkling far below. The holographic display inside his helmet provided a detailed overview of the compound, fed by the drones Luna had deployed earlier.

The layout was complex, with overlapping patrol routes, layers of defenses, and heat-based traps designed to incinerate intruders.

{The compound's defenses are extensive, Master,} Luna said.

{Their fire-based traps are concentrated along the outer walls and the inner courtyard. I've identified blind spots in their patrol routes, but they're narrow.}