Shoo
In a heartbeat, Latania's sharp gaze swept across the desolate terrain, locking onto a jagged, half-buried rock formation that offered just enough cover to obscure them from prying eyes. Without hesitation, she pushed the wheel chair toward it with fluid precision, her cloak brushing against the coarse stone. Behind her, Wade and Malek mirrored her swift retreat, moving with disciplined urgency. Their positions were not random—they deliberately spread themselves to shield both her and His Majesty from any possible angle of attack, making sure that if even a single specter happened to notice them, it would be intercepted before danger reached the royal figure.
