The guard's voice was sharp, his spear pointed directly at the elderly woman. Kain's heart pounded as he watched through her eyes, his mind racing. This wasn't supposed to happen. The guards had let her in without question—why were these ones stopping her now?
The elderly woman, still under Bea's control, froze in place, her frail hands clutching the vial of antidote tightly. The guard stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her. "What's in your hand?" he repeated, his tone more demanding this time.
Kain's mind raced. If the guard took the vial, their entire mission would be compromised. They couldn't afford to lose the antidote—not when their comrades' lives depended on it. He glanced at Serena, her expression tense but focused. They needed a plan, and they needed it fast.
