Tobias crouched low, his revolver aimed straight ahead, eyes fixed on the faint shapes shifting at the tunnel's exit. He took a deep breath and fired off the first shot—it rang out loud and sharp, the bullet slicing through the air and pinging off the rough stone walls. The sound bounced wildly through the tunnel, amplifying the chaos. Tobias smirked, his grip tightening as he lined up another shot. It was all about angles, the kind of controlled chaos he thrived on.
Outside, the guards flinched as the gunfire echoed toward them, gripping their weapons like their lives depended on it—because they probably did. Some tapped into their powers, forming shimmering energy shields or channeling elemental forces to protect themselves. The air felt heavy, charged with tension. They weren't just waiting for trouble—they knew it was coming.
