The world outside the safehouse was a blur of movement, a chaotic swirl of shadows and lights as Emily followed Damien through the labyrinthine alleyways of the underground city.
They had to move quickly, silently—any misstep could cost them everything. The Council was closing in, and time was running out.
Damien led the way, his steps sure and purposeful as he navigated the narrow streets.
Emily kept close behind, her eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.
Every flicker of movement in the periphery of her vision sent a ripple of tension through her.
She had to stay alert, had to remain calm. They had no choice but to push forward, even though everything about their situation screamed danger.
The fallback location Damien had mentioned wasn't far, but every second spent outside the relative safety of the safehouse felt like a gamble.
She could sense it in the air—their enemies were out there, and they were hunting them.