As the spies advanced, Zia felt an icy resolve settle within her. Leon stood firm beside her, his presence a reassuring anchor, while Alaric's stance exuded a lethal grace, his blades gleaming under the glow of the Heartstone. The crowd inched backward, some terrified, others entranced by the unfolding confrontation.
"Stand down, or you'll regret crossing us," Leon warned, his voice calm yet laced with fury. His hand hovered near Zia's, a protective instinct flashing in his eyes.
One of the spies laughed mockingly. "You think a few tricks with light and shadows can stop us? The Heartstone is ours by right, and so is your life, thief!"
Zia smirked, feeling a familiar rush of defiance surge through her. "If you want it, come and get it."