Kael nodded reluctantly. "Fine. But we regroup at the sewer trench. No one gets left behind."
"Adonis, take the lead," Martina ordered without looking back. Her gaze remained fixed on the approaching masked man.
Adonis didn't waste time. "This way. Follow the cranes and use the containers for cover. Herion, prep smoke. Freya, stay rear."
"Understood," Freya replied, her hand tightening around the hilt of her twin sabers.
Herion tossed two small spherical devices outward, and in seconds, a thick gray smoke began to flood the open area, swallowing their retreat path.
As the others dashed into the labyrinth of containers, low and fast, Linda began murmuring a string of incantations under her breath. She walked backward as she chanted, her staff leaving a faint glowing trail behind that shimmered momentarily before vanishing. A cloaking field spread out, obscuring their movements further from magical and thermal detection.
