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    The soldier took it, inspecting it with careful scrutiny before casting a skeptical nce over our group. “Your Highness, why have you brought so many people?” he asked.


    Bryan’s irritation red, his reply sharp. “I have the pass. Why bother asking? Clear the way and let us through.”


    The soldier gave a slight, courteous bow, but his voice remained firm. “ording to the regtions, one pass permits entry for only one individual. Only you, Prince Bryan, may proceed.”


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    “One pass permits entry for one individual alone?” I gasped, my voiceced with disbelief as my eyes widened in shock. Daytec had never mentioned such a restriction before we set off, and the limitation settled like a stone in my chest.


    Dominic’s brow furrowed, his voice tinged with skepticism. “I’ve never heard of such a restriction on the pass.”


    I nced toward the other two princes, searching their faces for any sign of understanding.


    The soldier’s demeanor remained unyielding, his tone resolute. “This is His Majesty’s most recent edict.”


    As he spoke, he drew a parchment adorned with the royal seal from his belt, unfurling it before us. “Your Highnesses, the decree explicitly mandates stringent oversight for all who seek entry into the werewolf forest.”


    I leaned in closer, my eyes tracing the script. The date—written just half a month ago—sent a jolt through me. It was clear now; the earlier escapade, when the three princes had brazenly entered the werewolf forest, had not escaped Leonardo’s notice. Whether he knew the culprits or not, this parchment spoke of his heightened vignce.


    yton stepped forward, his voice soft yet edged with inquiry. “As the Lycan princes, are we bound by this decree as well?”


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    The soldier’s expression remained impassive, his gaze icy. “You serve only His Majesty’smands. None but His Majesty may countermand them. Your Highnesses, I implore you not toplicate our duty.”


    At his words, a wave of dismay washed over me. Could it be that after all our efforts to reach this point, a single piece of parchment would bar our way?


    Bryan’s expression darkened, fury igniting in his eyes as he bellowed, “How dare you dismiss us so? To flout the will of princes—such audacity!”


    Yet the two soldiers stood resolute, their voices a mechanical echo. “Our apologies, Your Highnesses. We adhere solely to His Majesty’s directive. Without his express sanction, none may defy this edict.”


    No matter how Dominic appealed to reason, how yton sought to cajole, or how Bryan thundered threats, the soldiers remained steadfast, immovable as stone.


    My heart churned with unease, my thoughts a whirlwind. Just as despair began to take root, the three princes exchanged a fleeting look. Bryan arched an eyebrow, a subtle nod passing to yton and Dominic.


    In an instant, he and Amon sprang into action, their movements a blur of precision. Bryan delivered a powerful punch to one soldier’s midsection, while Amon’s deft side kick targeted the other’s leg.


    Caught off guard, the guards faltered under the sudden onught, crumpling to the ground. But Bryan and Amon pressed their advantage, unleashing a barrage of relentless strikes. Each blownded with merciless intent, and within moments, the soldiersy motionless, lost to unconsciousness.


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