Although it was the dead of night, the moment the magical alarm sounded, the castle at the heart of Darrowmere responded at once.
Along the castle corridors, magic lamps flared to life one after another, while red light shone from the helmets of suits of armor that had once been mere decorations. Around the hall where the spatial disturbance had been detected, doors slammed shut without anyone touching them, magical seals appearing across every one.
The sleeping castle had been activated in mere moments and entered a state of combat readiness.
Before long, footsteps and the grumbling of women came from behind the closed doors.
"So after failing to storm the castle and infiltrate it, they chose a sneak attack? These people really are persistent."
"Unfortunately, they've underestimated our preparations."
"...Damn boneheads. Don't they know staying up late is the greatest enemy of a woman's skin?!"
"You're actually planning to discuss beauty care with the undead? Perhaps they're better at preservation?"
With a thunderous crash, the cursing women threw open the doors, weapons of all kinds in hand, ready to teach the intruder who had disturbed their sleep a lesson.
It could be said that the mistresses of the castle at the heart of Darrowmere reacted swiftly to this sudden invasion. In only a few minutes, these women with extraordinary powers had all arrived at the scene:
A dignified noblewoman in sexy silk pajamas walked at the front, sleepiness written across her face as she skillfully prepared a spell. Behind her, a girl who resembled her followed closely, a Fireball gathering in her hand. The High Elf and half-orc women wore fitted inner armor and held daggers. One of the elves even had a bow slung across her back, while Holy Light gleamed in the hand of her fellow elf.