one hundred and eighty three

Willow's POV

As I sat there in my room my eyes fixed on the intricate map of Dante Palace spread out before me. Each detail, each building, and each hidden passage was meticulously studied. The weight of responsibility pressing down on my shoulders, knowing that our success hinged on the perfection of this plan.

The silence of the room was broken only by the sound of flipping pages and the occasional creak of the old floorboards beneath my feet. The urgency of the situation fueled my determination. We had to strike swiftly, without a hint of our impending attack. I knew Dante wasn't a fool, he knows that we are going to attack but what he doesn't know is when we were going to attack.

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door and with a deep breath, I folded the map, tucking it safely into my pocket. "Come in," I said to the person at the other side of the door.

"Not expecting you," I said as the door swung open, revealing Evelyn standing there, sweat glistening on her skin, a silent testa