Flonda, Adrani, and Loibart huddled beneath the tattered hoods they had procured, their hearts racing as they navigated the dimly lit alleys of the slums. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desperation, and the murmur of shady deals buzzed around them like a swarm of gnats.
They had successfully acquired a large quantity of cleansing powder, a substance rumored to purify even the darkest of energies. But as the trio slipped through the shadows, the thrill of their acquisition was short-lived. Dark figures began to emerge from the alleys, eyes glinting with greed.
"Looks like we've got company," Loibart muttered, instinctively shifting into a defensive stance. Despite his weakened state, his instincts as a former clan master kicked in.
