The voices rose like a storm within the city's walls, a cacophony of alarm and urgency. Guards, their faces twisted in hysteria, dashed from one place to another, scouring every corner and street, climbing onto rooftops, and knocking on every door with relentless fervor.
Maxim turned to Mindara with a plan in mind.
"Mindara... I believe this situation is far graver than we anticipated... We must divide our efforts."
Mindara pondered Maxim's words, though uncertainty gnawed at him, doubts lingering about the strength of the creature they faced.
"I don't know... at this point, anything is possible," he mused.
Maxim, his face etched with concern, elaborated, "What troubles me most is his ability to move from place to place… If he's still within the city, we'll find him for sure, but we must consider the possibility that he has ventured beyond Lenine's walls… We need to expand our search area... There's no margin for error."
