DICKSON POV

"Stay close to me, Miley," I whispered, my voice filled with heavy breathing. I knew we had to defend ourselves and find a way to out match them.

I lunged forward, engaging the nearest rogue in a swift and calculated attack before shoving him towards the racks of arranged dusty books. With each strike, I aimed for vulnerable points, trying to disable them as quickly as possible.

Miley followed suit, using her skill and quick reflexes to fend off the attackers.

As the last rogue hit the floor, a silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of our heavy breathing. Miley and I exchanged a...