As the battle raged on, Kaito could see the tide beginning to turn. The guards were disoriented, and their ranks were thinning. The Ghost Troupe was working together, using their skills to outmaneuver the enemy.
Kaito and Lyra fought side by side, their movements synchronized as they took down guard after guard. Kaito felt a sense of empowerment as they fought for their freedom, knowing they were making a difference.
But just as they began to feel a sense of victory, Kaito noticed a group of heavily armed guards moving toward them. They were larger and more intimidating, and Kaito felt a wave of fear wash over him.
"Lyra, we need to be careful," he said, his voice low. "Those guards look tougher."
"I see them," she replied, her expression serious. "We need to regroup with the others."
Kaito nodded, and they began to back away, trying to avoid confrontation. But the guards were closing in, and Kaito felt a sense of urgency.
Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed through the air, shaking the ground beneath them. Kaito turned to see a building nearby collapse, sending debris flying everywhere. The guards were momentarily distracted, and Kaito seized the opportunity.
"Now's our chance!" he shouted, grabbing Lyra's hand as they dashed toward the chaos. They pushed through the debris and into the heart of the battle.
As they fought their way through, Kaito felt a surge of determination. They were close to victory, and he could see the hope shining in the eyes of their allies. They were fighting for their freedom, and nothing would stop them.