-Third Point of View-
In a hidden room beneath one of the old buildings in the industrial district, a group of individuals gathered in silence. The air was thick, illuminated only by a few small lanterns hanging from the walls. Maps of Althuria and scattered documents littered the wooden table, alongside writing tools and a magical communication crystal.
These were infiltrators from Dragonia—shadowy agents who had long embedded themselves within Althuria, collecting every crucial piece of information to weaken their enemy. But with Johan Anderson's presence, the situation had taken a drastic turn.
Tension filled the cramped and dimly lit room. Some stood nervously, while others pored over the scattered papers and maps, their focus unwavering.
"We've been here too long," muttered one of them, a man with sharp eyes and a scar running across his temple. "How much longer?"
"Two weeks?" another agent answered hesitantly.
