The night was silent, save for the occasional crackle of torches lining the bandit camp.
Raphael stood on a cliffside, watching as Gabrielle moved like a shadow through the encampment. Her silver hair gleamed under the moonlight, but her movements were seamless, blending into the darkness.
One by one, the bandits fell without so much as a cry, their bodies bound by glowing chains of sealing energy before they slumped unconscious. Even the bandit leader, a formidable 7-star Arcana Master, was subdued without a chance to retaliate.
Raphael, still standing on the outskirts, sighed in mild disappointment. "I guess I really didn't need to be here," he muttered under his breath.
When the last of the hostages were freed, he finally approached Gabrielle. She looked at him, unimpressed, as if waiting for a comment.
"You didn't leave a single one for me," Raphael noted, crossing his arms. "At least let me do something next time."