Lira and Amara moved through the city, heading toward the designated mana conduit. The conduit, buried beneath an old Arbiter outpost, was heavily guarded by constructs and enforcers. Lira felt her body getting heavier with every step due to her responsibility. Her bloodline's power hummed faintly beneath her skin, but she didn't yet understand how to use it.
Amara paused suddenly, pulling Lira into a narrow alley. A young rebel lay slumped against the wall, his leg bleeding profusely from a deep gash. His breaths were ragged, and his face was pale.
"Stay here," Amara instructed, dropping to her knees beside the rebel. Her hands glowed faintly as she pressed them against the wound. The young man groaned in pain, but his breathing steadied as the glow intensified.
"Will he be okay?" Lira whispered, glancing nervously down the alley, watching for enforcers.
Amara nodded, sweat beading on her brow. "He'll live. Go on ahead, Lira. I'll catch up."
