Blood still lingered in the air like perfume, hanging over the trail of mangled corpses they left behind. But for Amber and Lilith, the hunt wasn't over.
Not yet.
From the moment the last body had dropped, they were already moving. The scent of blood, aura trails, the faintest magical residue—all of it painted a path straight back to the source. These bandits were no mere rogues. They were part of something bigger: a criminal syndicate hidden deep within the mountain's spine. Their hideout, buried beneath layers of rock and illusion, pulsed with a twisted magic—camouflaged from mortal eyes.
But not from theirs.
By dusk, Amber and Lilith stood before a cliffside wall covered in illusion runes. With a flick of her fingers, Lilith dispelled them like smoke.
"Ready?" she asked, her crimson eyes flashing in the twilight.
Amber gripped her dagger, her aura simmering just beneath the surface.
"Let's end this."
