Astraea, Alon, and Arnav arrived in town, each bearing an unmistakable air of tension, uncertain of what awaited them or how to prepare for the unpredictable events that loomed ahead. They wandered through the bustling streets, their minds racing with possibilities and anxieties, until Astraea's keen gaze finally caught sight of their first target lurking in the shadows. "There," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, as she steeled herself and strode confidently toward the figure emerging from the depths of obscurity. More soldiers materialized around them, like phantoms rising from the ground, but Astraea pressed on, unwavering and resolute.