Chapter 137: Race Against Time

Amelia and Nadia, their bodies aching and adrenaline fading, huddled in the shadows of the deserted alleyway. The weight of their discovery settled upon them like a leaden cloak. The hardliners weren't just a fringe group; they were a full-blown threat, poised to ignite a war. "We need to get back to the embassy," Amelia declared, her voice hoarse but firm. "We have to warn them about the planned attack." Nadia, her eyes scanning the deserted street, nodded grimly. "Agreed. Every second counts. But how? Our communicators are useless here, and the last thing we need is to attract attention." A tense silence followed, broken only by the distant hum of the Voryn city. Frustration gnawed at Amelia. They had risked everything to obtain this vital information, and now they were stranded, unable to get word back to the embassy. Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught Amelia's eye. A lone Voryn street vendor, his brightly colored cart stocked with a variety of strange, glowing