The city lights blurred past as the van cut through the empty streets, its engine a low, steady hum against the silence of the night. Andrey sat in the passenger seat, his body still heavy with exhaustion, the Statue of the Eclipse secured in his inventory. Sarah drove with focused precision, her hands steady on the wheel, her gaze flicking occasionally to the rearview mirror.
In the back, Morgana leaned against the window, her eyes half-closed, her breathing slow and even. The adrenaline was fading, leaving behind a deep, bone-weary exhaustion.
Sarah's voice cut through the quiet, sharp with concern. "What the hell happened back there? You looked like you'd been through a war."
Andrey's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead. "We retrieved the artifact. But we were followed—an S-rank assassin. We managed to lose him, but he'll find us again if we're not careful."
