As the mysterious group drew closer, Kuber's grip on the handle of his aurablade tightened. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him.
However, something entirely unexpected occurred. The group of enigmatic strangers passed through a corner of the gate without so much as a glance in Kuber and his group's direction.
"What... What just happened?" Darryl voiced the bewilderment that echoed through Kuber's mind.
Indeed, it made no sense. The mysterious group should have attacked Kuber's group, erasing all evidence of their presence in the city to prevent pursuit.
Kuber, still perplexed, watched the retreating figures of the strangers and couldn't help but wonder about the contents of the two bags the leading men were carefully carrying. It seemed like something of great importance was nestled inside those bags.
