Traitor (3)

Soon the men reached the bottom of the hill where the manor stood. It loomed in the distance like a sleeping beast, its ancient stone walls faintly illuminated by the cold, pale light of the moon.

Raynoel paused, scanning the area with sharp, suspicious eyes. The air was heavy tonight, unnaturally still, and the stars seemed to flicker as if warning them of the night's coming bloodshed.

"Raynoel, are you sure we should attack tonight?" one of the men asked, breaking the silence. He was bigger than all the rest, towering over them with a muscular build. His face was slender yet brutal, marked with a few old scars that gave him an intimidating presence. This was Gallad, the third captain of the 17th Legion, the fiercest and oldest among their group.

Raynoel turned to him, voice low but unwavering.

 "Gallad, we can't leave unless we complete our mission. The Vau-Leotard bloodline ends tonight," he said grimly, his eyes narrowing with ruthless determination.