Chapter 062 - Leone and Clint

The bustling city pulses like a living organism, its veins congested with honking cars and shoving pedestrians. Rohan and Tyrianne run through the throngs of people. The cacophony of voices blend into the background, punctuated by the shrill cries of street vendors hawking their wares. A pungent miasma of sweat assaults their senses, mingling with the aromas of sizzling meats and spices from nearby food stalls.

“This is the second time!” Rohan complains, his eyes scanning every face, searching for any hint.

Another note has been sent to them, warning them of their not-good-strategy to defeat the elites, saying it won’t work soon and they will pay with their lives. The note was left by a street child, but the instant he saw them, he ran away.

“We need to be careful, Hansel,” Tyrianne says, who is still using his other name for safety. “Someone good is definitely watching our move.”

“From the Twelve Elites?”

“Most probably.”

“Your lover?”

“If you are referring to Clint, then he wo