The faint light of dawn was barely illuminating Xavier's little yard. The battle within his yard had finally come to an end, but his heart still pounded with adrenaline. His chest heaved with effort, his dagger drenched in the blood of the fallen. The yard was now eerily quiet, scattered with the bodies of the assassins, their weapons glinting in the dim light. Yet, no answers came with their defeat, only more questions.
Xavier wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling Zoro—his tiny, invisible puppet—hovering silently near him. His magical aura masked as instructed, the little puppet’s presence now a part of Xavier’s heightened awareness.
"No more intruders, right?" Xavier communicated telepathically, still scanning the area for movement.
"None that I can sense. But there's still one hidin
