The moonlight drapes the fortress walls in silver, shadows stretching like watchful sentinels. Kitana presses her back against the cold stone, her fans folded tight, every movement measured and silent. Beside her, Sindel’s presence is unmistakable—regal even in the dark, her violet eyes betraying both exhaustion and resolve.

The fortress wasn’t chosen for conquest tonight, but for practice. Its walls were quiet, guards half-asleep, and the air carried the calm of late evening. Kitana crouched near the outer gate, adjusting her fans with a steady hand.

Sindel leaned against the stone beside her, letting out a soft breath. “After a day of endless council meetings, this feels like a relief. No speeches, no politics—just us.”

Kitana smiled faintly, keeping her voice low. “Then let’s make it useful. You wanted me to sharpen my stealth, so watch closely. It’s not about rushing—it’s about moving unnoticed.”

Sindel chuckled quietly. “I’ll follow your lead, daughter. Tonight, I’m content to let you teach me while I enjoy the quiet.”

With that, they slipped into the shadows—not burdened by duty, but enjoying the rare chance to train and unwind together.