The air in the town felt heavy. Lysera and Irielle stood at the edge of the bustling marketplace, their sharp gazes scanning the people moving quickly through the streets.
Something was wrong.
It wasn't just ordinary activity — there was intent behind these movements, an undercurrent of urgency threading through the crowd.
Individuals cloaked in dark hoods slipped between alleys, darting past shopfronts with practiced efficiency. They weren't wandering aimlessly; they were searching.
Lysera narrowed her eyes.
"Do you see that? They're tracking something… or someone."
She whispered, tilting her head toward a group vanishing around the corner.
Irielle's jaw tightened.
"Kana."
She said flatly, her grip on her weapon tightening.
It wasn't a guess. It was instinct.
The two exchanged a look, silent agreement passing between them, and immediately took off after the shadows.
