Mikhailis tightened his grip around the cloaked intruder, staring at the figure's emotionless face. He had questions, but there wasn't much time to extract any answers, especially with the others still on the run. He needed to act quickly. He let out a slow breath, his lips curling into a small, determined smile. The night's air was cold, and every second that passed was precious. He could feel the tension in his muscles, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through his veins. This was no time for hesitation—he had a mission to complete.
"Alright, Rodion, it's time for some real hunting," he whispered into the night, his voice barely audible above the rustling of leaves. The forest was alive with subtle sounds—the wind weaving through branches, the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. But amidst all of that, Mikhailis could sense the urgency, the need to act now. There was no telling what kind of information the fleeing individuals carried or what kind of threat they still posed.
