As night fell, darkness crept across the city. Inside a modest residence, Warrick sat on the bed with his eyes closed. He was meditating to restore his energy.

After a day of recovery, he had expelled nearly all of the Tranqurin from his system. It was no longer a serious concern.

However, the city was under lockdown. All the major roads were blocked and wanted posters with his face were plastered everywhere. Though his strength had returned, he still couldn't escape from Celestria.

So, he had no choice but to lay low and wait for the storm to pass. As for the original owner of the house, he was nothing more than a corpse now.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the door.

Warrick's eyes snapped open, and his hand instinctively reached for the sword beside him.

"Who is it?"

In the living room, the Red Legion guards tensed up. Two of them quietly drew their blades, positioning themselves on either side of the door.

"It's me."

A familiar voice rang out.

The guards immediately