Liam swiftly navigated out of the campus, "Trick, how far is your sensory range now?"
Trick, with a playful chortle, responded, "Oh, about 20 meters. So, when's our next adventure into the shroud, fearless leader?"
Liam's eyes narrowed slightly, "Not just yet, Trick. I've got things to sort out here. Going to the shroud now would scatter my attention."
Trick, with an exaggerated sigh, teased, "You know, you'll progress at a snail's pace out here, right?"
Liam smirked, "Don't worry, I have no intention of wasting time. Have you found another suitable hideout?"
Trick, with a hint of mischief in his tone, said, "Still on the lookout!"
Navigating through the dim streets, Liam eventually stumbled upon an old, seemingly abandoned house's faded paint peeling off and windows cracked. He cautiously entered, the door creaking as he pushed it open.
