The adrenaline coursed through Stella's veins as they darted down the alleyways, each shadow seeming to pulse with the threat of the Prophet's enforcers lurking nearby. The darkness felt alive, as if the very city conspired against them, and the echoes of their hurried footsteps ricocheted off the walls, amplifying their urgency.
"Keep moving!" Lucas urged, glancing back over his shoulder. "We need to make it to the safe house before they track us down!"
Stella nodded, her breath coming in quick bursts. She felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders. Each step felt like it carried the fate of the city with it, and the determination to see their mission through burned bright within her.
