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After battling the last group of soldiers, they finally arrived at the house where they hoped the Great Marshall was waiting. However, as soon as they entered the house, they took a moment to settle down, shaking off the overly fervent state that might lead to mistakes. Lord Pan took a deep breath and then motioned for the other Saints to stand beside him. All the Saints breathed heavily, knowing full well that the moment they opened the door, they might find themselves in combat with other Saints. Their attention was fully fixed on the enemies that might lie ahead, their faces stern, their eyes locked in focus.
As he opened the door to the house, Lord Pan summoned all of his mist energy, enveloping his body with it as he stepped inside. The small house was surrounded by windows, letting sunlight stream in. Inside the room were several tables and chairs, one of which held multiple maps pinned with small markers, indicating different army positions. Yet, the house was abandoned.
