The evening was about to end.
It was almost night.
In the fading glow of the setting sun, Michael and his group were patrolling the general area around the Overlord's mansion.
They stayed just far enough from the estate to not seem suspicious, yet close enough to take note of every external detail.
The Overlord's mansion was in the heart of the town square — a part of the city where only the rich and influential could afford to live.
Lord Everan's estate was a modern mansion constructed from sleek glass and reflective white stone that shimmered beautifully in the sunset's light.
The entry gates were tall and wrought iron, their sharp tips tapering into vicious spikes.
These imposing black gates were guarded by two sentinels with weapons in hand.
But that wasn't the most daunting part.
After all, tall walls could be scaled, locked gates could be picked, and guards could be subdued.
So, what was the real issue?