As the rumble of approaching engines filled the night air, Shinon swiftly donned a mask to conceal his identity.
The bandit camp, still engulfed in flames, became a battleground of shadows and uncertainty. He adjusted the mask, ensuring it obscured his face completely, leaving only his piercing eyes visible.
Drake, his hands bound tightly, watched Shinon's preparations with weakness overwhelming him. "You think that flimsy mask will... protect your identity?" he sneered. "They probably already know who you are. You're just wasting... your time."
Shinon's gaze hardened beneath the mask, his voice calm and determined. "Maybe they do, maybe they don't. But I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing my face. And as for you..."
He trailed off, a glint of darkness flickering in his eyes. Without a word, Shinon summoned his shadowy companions, the tendrils of darkness slithering silently across the ground toward Drake.
