A few seconds later.
Suddenly, the sound of battle erupted in the alley, followed by the explosion of a spell.
A dozen seconds later.
"Swish!"
A person covered in blood dashed out of the alley, frantically fleeing toward the outskirts of the city.
The next moment, a streak of black light whistled close, "pfft," piercing through his body, pinning him to a shaky stone building wall, precisely a javelin inscribed with a magic rune.
"Tap tap tap..."
Two Magic Knights appeared and approached, one of them pulling the javelin out of the corpse, inspecting it and finding no significant damage, wiping the blood stains with the body's clothes, and placing it back into a special bag on his back.
Afterward, the Magic Knight glanced at the somewhat disheveled Alliance soldiers and wizards who had rushed out of the alley, nodded slightly without saying anything, and turned to leave.
