The palace of Eldoria was a monument to stability, its marble halls echoing with centuries of rule. But even the grandest of structures could crumble with the right amount of pressure.
Kael weaved through the corridors, unseen, unheard. He had no need to brandish a sword; his weapon was the carefully planted seed of doubt, the whisper that slithered into the minds of the weak-willed.
Captain Orin, once a staunch defender of the city, now stood before him, conflicted. "You ask me to betray everything I've sworn to protect."
Kael's eyes gleamed in the dim torchlight. "I ask you to open your eyes, Captain. The city rots, and you know it. You can die defending corruption, or you can carve a new path."
Orin clenched his fists, the battle within him waging silently. Kael waited, patient as the abyss itself.
Finally, Orin exhaled sharply. "What do you need me to do?"
Kael's smirk widened. "First, you let me in. Then, we let the kingdom burn."