Soon, a wave of restlessness began to spread through the port. The guards grew alert and started moving around with sharp eyes, scanning the surroundings.
Among them, one guard walked directly toward the area where the containers were stacked high.
Inside that very place, hidden behind the heavy steel walls and crates, the group held their breath.
Everyone froze.
No one dared to speak. Their eyes flicked between each other, panic rising with every step the guard took.
Sol clenched his teeth. Martina didn't move a muscle. Kael's hand slowly went to the grip of his sword.
But just when the tension was about to snap, the guard suddenly turned away.
The patrol pattern shifted. The guards began walking in different directions again.
Sol exhaled sharply, shoulders dropping.
"I thought for a moment that we were going to get caught," he whispered, wiping sweat from his brow.
Others just nodded, too tense to speak.
The —Kael's senses screamed.
Something wasn't right.
