Racing through the dark and twisting streets of the Rogue district, the rain poured down heavily, soaking Elijah to the core. Unconcerned with his own well-being or the risks of his reckless run, he pressed on, driven by the escalating intensity of Joana's unmistakable scent as a beacon of her proximity and safety.
Eventually, the potent aroma led him to Joana, offering a brief moment of relief. However, upon discovering her unconscious form lying vulnerably in the middle of the street, his elation was tinged with a hint of apprehension. Surrounded not by allies but by Rogues, Elijah steeled himself for an imminent confrontation, yet a curious turn of events unfolded before him.
Instead of launching an attack, the Rogues exhibited a stark shift in behavior, retreating in fear and aversio
