The chaos that Leora had unleashed was something else. As the muddy figure stumbled further into the room, I couldn't help but stare in disbelief. Whatever game Leora had in mind, it seemed like we were already losing.
"Who—or what—is that?" Riley whispered to me, her eyes wide as she clung to my arm.
Ciara stepped forward, her hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of her sword, even though this was supposed to be a peaceful night. "I don't know, but I'm not taking any chances."
Just as she was about to confront the muddy intruder, Aeliana placed a gentle hand on her arm, shaking her head. "Wait, let's see what they have to say before you go slicing anything."
The figure in question, now dripping mud all over the pristine floor, finally looked up at us, his eyes wide with a mix of panic and confusion.
