Amidst the escalating chaos within the Safe Haven, the atmosphere grew tense at the entrance of the Safe Haven as a mysterious hooded figure emerged from the shadows, striding toward the heavily guarded entrance. Its movements were deliberate, exuding an aura of quiet authority that sent an unspoken ripple of unease through the guards stationed there.
"Halt!" one of the guards commanded, his voice firm yet tinged with nervousness. He raised his weapon, and the others followed suit, forming a line to block the figure's path.
The hooded figure did not slow down. It walked with an unyielding, almost ethereal grace, its steps echoing faintly against the ground.
"I said halt!" the guard repeated, this time louder, his grip tightening on his weapon. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple.
