Aiden activated his Spirit Sense, mapping the area in greater detail. He detected the faint hum of magical wards—likely defensive enchantments to protect against intruders.
"Rick," Aiden said quietly. "Take the flank with your squad. On my signal, create a diversion to draw their attention. I'll deal with the wards."
Rick gave a curt nod. "Understood. Don't take too long."
As Rick and his team moved into position, Aiden focused on the wards. He extended his hand, channeling his energy into a thin blade of concentrated power. With precise movements, he began unraveling the enchantments, each cut severing a thread in the intricate web of magic.
The process was painstaking, but Aiden's skill was unmatched. Within moments, the wards dissipated, their protective glow fading into the night.
"Now," Aiden signaled.
