Fey and Benard made their way into the bandit hideout, their steps silent, their senses alert.
The air was stale and heavy with dust, carrying the foul stench of unwashed bodies and spoiled food. It was a mess of a place, the disorder and filth a clear reflection of the bandits' lifestyle.
As they proceeded further into the den, they couldn't help but exchange glances, both of them thinking of the young man they had left outside – Luke.
The sheer power he had demonstrated was beyond anything they had anticipated.
"I knew the boy was strong," Benard began, his voice low to avoid attracting attention. "But that... that was something else."
Fey nodded, her usually bright eyes serious. "I agree. He may be young, but his strength... it's terrifying. I didn't think he had it in him."
Their conversation was cut short as they encountered the first batch of bandits.
"W-what are you doing here?!"
"B-boss… did they slip past the Boss?"
