Meanwhile, in the Order's Territory
In one of the quiet houses in the main town, a man peeked through the window, checking the street outside. It was already late at night, and the silence and peace of the darkness were natural. And yet, nervousness and panic were clear in his eyes.
After letting out a heavy sigh and closing the curtain, he turned to the other man in the kitchen. The latter was seated in the dining area, speaking on the phone.
"Yes," the man at the table said, his expression grim. "No, we didn't get him."
"He got away again?"
"Yes." Silence stretched on the line before he spoke again. "However, the Order didn't get him either. They're still searching."
"Find him," came the reply before the line abruptly cut off.
The man exhaled sharply and set the phone down. A second later, he slammed his fist against the table in frustration.
