The troops exchanged cautious glances, each contemplating the consequences of their next move. They were fully aware of the protocol, and yet, they hesitated, torn between granting Bruce passage and maintaining their defenses.
Before a unanimous decision could materialize, bolts were unleashed from the nearest watchtower, hurtling dangerously close to Bruce.
With an exasperated click of his tongue, Bruce agilely dodged the incoming bolts, narrowly avoiding their deadly trajectory. His evasion skills were once more put to the test as he glanced sideways to find a formidable barrage of Fireballs and Ice Needles hurtling towards him. The enemies had clearly zeroed in on him, launching their lethal spells in an attempt to halt his advance.
"If that is what you want…" Bruce thought.
