The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the cobbled streets of the city, accompanied by the heavy breathing of a group of young men and women racing against time. Their expressions were tense, their eyes darting around for any sign of danger.
"Keep moving!" a sharp voice called out, urging them forward. The group sprinted past shops, alleys, and townsfolk who gave them curious glances.
At the front of the group was a white-haired girl, her silver locks catching the faint sunlight as they swayed with her every step. Her eyes scanned their surroundings carefully, the world appearing in . Suddenly, she froze mid-stride, her gaze locking onto something just out of sight.
"Wait," she whispered sharply, stopping so abruptly that the others nearly collided with her.
"Trainee Cassia, what is it?" one of the young men asked, frowning.