As the Nightstalkers and their newfound allies led Dominic and Marco to their hideout, Marco's injured arm hung limp at his side, and tears welled in his eyes. His pain, both physical and emotional, was palpable, and his cries echoed through the dimly lit streets.
Dominic, walking alongside his friend, placed a comforting hand on Marco's shoulder, offering silent support as they followed the group. Sensing Marco's distress, he whispered a few soothing words in Spanish, their native language, hoping to ease his friend's suffering.
"Estamos juntos en esto, hermano," Dominic murmured softly. "We're in this together, brother."
Marco's cries slowly began to subside as Dominic's words washed over him, the familiarity of their shared language providing a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of their situation. With a shaky breath, Marco wiped away his tears, finding solace in the bond they shared as friends and allies.
Grateful for Dominic's reassurance, Marco straightened his posture, steeling himself for the challenges that lay ahead. Though his arm throbbed with pain, he drew strength from the knowledge that they were not alone, and that they had allies who were willing to stand by their side in their time of need.
Together, Dominic and Marco followed the Nightstalkers and their companions to their hideout, their hearts heavy with uncertainty yet buoyed by the hope of a brighter future. And as they stepped into the dimly lit warehouse, they knew that whatever trials awaited them, they would face them together, united in their determination to overcome the obstacles that stood in their way.