You Need Some Milk

The deep blue of the evening sky is painting the horizon, the world outside draped in an enticing blend of crimson and twilight hues.

I lay in my bed, nestled within my room, the soft hum of evening filling the air.

Rising from the bed, I gently pull on my mana, sending it swirling around me. The magic takes hold, my form blurring and then vanishing altogether.

'[Stealth Magic]'

A cloak of invisibility. It's a result of months of careful research and secretive practice, a skill I've mastered just for this moment.

Soundlessly, I glide towards the room's grand double doors, my bare feet barely making a whisper on the cold stone floor.

With a soft push, the door creaks open, revealing the dimly lit hallway beyond.

The occasional flicker of torchlight illuminates the hallway, the shadows cast by the ornate pillars dancing against the stone walls.

Guards clad in the Hunter family's crest patrol with a disciplined rhythm, their armored forms glinting under the torchlight.

With my heart beating a steady rhythm in my chest, I step out into the hallway, my form hidden under the veil of magic.

The guards remain oblivious to my presence as I move, their eyes focused on their path, their minds occupied with the routine of their duties.