The Last Blood Mage

Attack on Warehouse Number 1 Part Two

As the moon cast a ghostly glow over Mooncrest, Xander and his team of rebels approached Warehouse Number 1. The massive structure loomed before them, its dark silhouette cutting sharply against the night sky. The warehouse, a sprawling compound surrounded by high walls topped with barbed wire, appeared more like a fortress than a storage facility. Faint light spilled from the few windows dotting its facade, hinting at the activity within.

Xander signaled his team to halt, crouching behind a cluster of barrels. "Alright, listen up," he whispered, his eyes scanning the perimeter. "This place is crawling with guards. Expect heavy resistance."

The team, clad in dark clothing and armed to the teeth, nodded silently. Xander's gaze was steely, his resolve unwavering despite the daunting task ahead.

One of the rebels, a wiry man named Jax, pointed to a patrolling soldier. "There's a pattern to their rounds. We can slip in when they switch posts."

As they observed, the silhouettes of the guar