Inside the bandit base, the atmosphere was thick with tension as the bandit leader anxiously awaited news of Levi's capture.
The frustration and impatience seethed within him, gnawing at his very core. The bandits, drenched in sweat, returned empty-handed, their voices tinged with defeat.
"Leader, we scoured every inch of the land, but there is no sign of him," one of the bandits confessed, his voice laced with a mix of exhaustion and disappointment.
The bandit leader's eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched tightly. He could feel his dominance slipping away, the taste of revenge slipping through his fingers. He refused to accept defeat.
"Search harder! I know he is here," the bandit leader barked, his voice echoing through the base. "He cannot escape our grasp. Find him!"
But fate had a different plan in store. Just as despair threatened to consume the bandit leader, a breathless bandit burst into the room, desperation etched across his face.