In a remote, desolate location far from the Lancelot mountain range, the spatial fabric rippled, and three weary figures emerged.
The strain of their successful heist was evident on their faces, etched with the hardships and dangers they had encountered.
These three figures were Eren, Alephee, and Naya.
Eren bore the gruesome aftermath of his confrontations, his form drenched in the blood and remnants of his fallen foes, an aura of death and violence surrounding him. Naya, too, appeared drained, on the brink of collapsing, her pallid face glistening with sweat.
Alephee, relatively speaking, was in better shape, yet even she displayed signs of exhaustion from their perilous endeavor to pilfer the very heart of House Lancelot.
