Fighting to rescue

Leia's POV

"Recheck the guest list," Venia confidently instructed, referring to the pseudonyms she had used to register us on the guest list.

The female security guard scanned the list, then apologized with a bow, "I see the names mentioned. I'm sorry for stopping you ladies like this. Please forgive me."

"It's okay," Jess responded sternly. We walked in, donning masks for the masquerade party. We blended into the crowd, and I glanced at my wrist, revealing a map visible only to me. The mark on the map indicated Jennifer's location in the dungeons. Jess skillfully manipulated a lock, gaining us access to another building wing. Meanwhile, Venia and Dina kept watch, prepared to handle any backup.

As we ventured further, my heart raced. The spiraling staircase we descended felt ancient, lit only by magically ignited torches. "We'll soon encounter a large group of security. Be ready," Jess warned.

I nodded in agreement, feeling the daggers concealed beneath my dress. The sound of approach