The streets were eerily quiet as Turai and Gareth moved in the shadows, keeping a close eye on the group of intruders ahead of them.
The group was small, only seven in total, but each one carried the unmistakable aura of a seasoned warrior.
Most were Purple Realm magic users, but one stood out—a Blue Realm magic user who moved with an air of command. Gareth raised an eyebrow, giving Turai a nod. They both understood the stakes.
"Can't let them head to the Wanderers Order," Turai whispered, his voice a mere breath in the dark.
Gareth's response was a silent nod, but just as they prepared to strike, a voice stopped them. One of the intruders had pulled out a small, shimmering object—a magical communication device.
The leader began speaking into it in hushed tones, his voice sharp and direct.
