Darryl, Constantine, and Jane slipped into the warehouse, the door creaking softly behind them. The moment they entered, Darryl's senses went on high alert. The air was thick with an unnatural energy, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
He scanned the area, his sharp eyes picking up faint, nearly invisible lines of energy crisscrossing the space. "Wards," Darryl muttered under his breath. He turned to Constantine, his voice barely above a whisper. "Get rid of them. We need to keep the element of surprise."
Constantine nodded, his gaze flicking to the subtle wards laced around the room. He slowed time and sped toward each, unraveling the wards with practiced ease. Each one dissolved like mist in the morning sun, the air gradually clearing of the magical tension.
"All clear," Constantine whispered after a moment, the last of the wards fading away.
Darryl gave a tight nod. "Let's move."
