Lyall came to a halt the moment I did, his sharp gaze flickering toward me in silent inquiry. Without a word, I turned and strode straight into a narrow alleyway, my steps measured yet purposeful.
The faint murmur of the bustling streets faded behind me as I picked up my pace, weaving through the shadows until I reached a small, worn-down barn. Something felt off. My instincts screamed at me, the air thick with an unnatural tension.
"What's wrong, Master?" Lyall asked, his voice low.
Instead of answering, I stepped forward and, with a swift kick, sent the wooden door flying open with a deafening crack.
