Under the cover of night, Jian Gang and Goliath made their way through the rugged terrain leading to the edge of Laury's defenses. The tomb stood ominously near the kingdom's outer walls, shrouded in layers of shimmering barriers that pulsed faintly in the darkness—a testament to the kingdom's magic and their determination to keep it protected.
The faint hum of enchantments filled the air, mingling with the distant murmur of guards stationed at the gates. Jian Gang crouched low behind a cluster of rocks, his dragon-scale gloves faintly glowing, though dimmed enough not to betray their position. Goliath knelt beside him, her features set in a mask of focus.
"We can't brute-force our way through this," Goliath whispered, her voice barely audible over the night's stillness. "The barriers are tied to the kingdom's strongest wards. If we try to break them, we'll have the entire army on us before we take a single step inside."
Jian Gang frowned. "Then how do we get through?"
