Night had fallen over the Iron Empire's fortress, and only faint light pierced the walls.
Arin and his group moved stealthily through the stones and smoke, yet they felt that something beyond the ordinary forces was watching them.
The Silent Sorceress whispered,
"This place is more complex than it seems… a secret organization is moving behind the scenes. The empire's forces are merely tools."
The runaway prince looked astonished.
"Organization? What do you mean?"
Before he could get an answer, a cold, mocking laugh echoed through the air.
"You think you've faced your enemies? This is only the opening act."
A woman with a black cloak and icy eyes appeared, hovering in the air. She slowly raised her hand.
"I orchestrate the plot behind the scenes. Every move you've made so far has been predicted."
Arin gripped his sword tightly.
"So you're the one organizing all these hostilities?"
The woman gave a bitter smile.
"No… I'm just one piece. The real game is only beginning."
Lyra breathed deeply and whispered,
"This means every empire and force we face might actually be against us…"
The Silent Sorceress calmly said,
"Yes. Now you know that you must look beyond the surface battles. True enemies always dwell in the shadows."
Arin and his group pressed onward, hearts heavy but resolute. They knew the road ahead was full of deceit and treachery, and every step had to be taken with care.