They moved the moment Lucas gave the signal, slipping out of the building in a tight formation, their steps quick but controlled as they merged into the restless motion of the town, and just as expected, the chaos caused by the explosions had completely shifted the guards' attention away from anything else. Shouts still echoed from multiple directions, orders being barked, confusion lingering in the air, but none of it was focused on them anymore.
People were moving.
Guards were moving.
Everyone was moving.
And in that disorder, they became just another part of the motion.
Lucas stayed at the front with Patrick, both of them guiding the pace, their eyes sharp as they scanned ahead, while Darmian carried Sage Raph without slowing, his grip firm despite the strain, and the others followed closely behind, maintaining the formation they had established earlier. No one spoke. There was no need. Every step was driven by the same understanding.
Don't draw attention.
