In the morning, hours before the tournament round was set to begin, Ethan's group of allies hurried toward the plane, their hearts pounding with a mix of urgency and determination. Despite the uncertainty hanging in the air, they knew they couldn't stay. The situation in the tournament had become too dangerous, and with Ethan occupying the attention of the most powerful, it was their chance to escape and ensure their safety.
Upon reaching the plane, a wave of relief washed over them as they saw that only a couple of guards were stationed there. Security, though present, wasn't particularly strict, indicating that the enemies likely didn't expect them to attempt an escape.
"It doesn't look too difficult," murmured Lyra, her sharp eyes observing the guards from the shadows.
"It isn't," Yassmin responded, her voice low but filled with confidence. "We'll take care of them quickly."
