You darted through the city, a smile curling on your lips as your blade cut through one after another. But one sorcerer managed to slip away. No matter—your sword seemed to pursue them on its own, eager to continue the hunt. With the veil still in place, there was no rush; you had time to play.

You sauntered toward where your sword had gone, and there she was—a girl, struggling to get to her feet, desperation in her every move. The thought of toying with her crossed your mind, but that idea quickly crumbled when another sorcerer appeared. This one was different—a tall, lean man advancing toward you, his hand adjusting his tie, veins bulging with tension. He exuded a menace the girl lacked.

Reacting swiftly, you planted a foot against his chest to push him away, but something was wrong. It was like hitting a wall; he didn't budge. You grunted in frustration and swung your sword, but it had no effect. His demeanor was calm yet serious as his grip on his tie tightened, his gaze fixed on you. “Tell me, the number and location of your allies.”

Before you could respond, his hand shot out, gripping your hair, fingers digging painfully into your scalp. He leaned in, his breath hot against your face as he whispered, more command than threat: “Now.”