"So, we're just going to waltz in through the front gate?" Ginevra's frustration was clear in his tone as he shot a fiery glare at Ithil.
"Yes," she replied with a confident smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "You’ll be safe... at least until you step inside the building."
Ithil swung open the massive gate without hesitation, and Ginevra and I went inside. The moment we crossed the threshold, an odd sensation washed over me—something almost nostalgic. It felt like returning home, though I hadn’t been here in ages. The familiar scent of the air, the quaint houses lining the streets, and the distant sound of children’s laughter all carried a strange familiarity as if nothing had changed since my last visit.
"Let's not linger then," Ginevra took my arm, leading me toward the central headquarters building. "I believe she’s cast a protective spell over us or the entire place, or else we’d have been caught by guards by now."