“You’re not going anywhere,” Milo insisted, determination etched on his face. I glanced at Axel, and a silent agreement passed between us. He activated the mind link with our warriors outside, who surged forward, ready to turn the castle into a battlefield. They broke through the defenses with practiced ease—just as they had two days ago—charging through the shattered windows and battered doors, clear signs of Silas's negligence.
To take precautions, our warriors tirelessly shattered every door and window, creating a chaotic symphony of splintering wood and crashing glass. This castle, once Milo’s stronghold, was on the verge of liberation. The distracted guards struggled to maintain focus, their nervous glances betraying their unease. I signaled Jordan and Jensen to escort Saige and Stef
