Meanwhile, in another city from neighbouring country-

Sharp dagger knife nesting inside a soft comfy sheath. Grim mask on the face. A gray bag on the shoulder. It's like a baboon coming down the wall. Thief; Cunning like a fox. The bag that he is carrying is not an ordinary bag. It's a museum containing an item more valuable than a diamond.

It's a moonless, gloomy night.

His location is covered by the pitch black curtain of night, like a stone covered in grass.

For a brief moment, the veil of darkness tears up by a flashy, bright light. The dazzling light of destructive, blazing thunderbolt is blinding. And, the ominous sound of thunderous roar is deafening.

Sudden mighty thunderbolt strikes like an explosive bomb. It shattered the thief's bones like glasses. The heated force burns some parts of his body and sends him flying like a blow to a feather.

A mysterious man wearing large, crimson, hooded cloak weightlessly semi-floating in the open air ; slightly above the ground. Dead white eye balls. Lenses are not visible. His eye lenses are focused upwards. He is enchanting unknown arcane language.

Faint surplus, atmospheric electricity is generating in his fists. It's there, faintly, like a falling dew. And then, slowly fades away like a cloud in the horizon.

He stops enchanting.

Normality restores in his eyes like a soul returning to its dead body. Floating stops. Slowly and steadily, he drops back to the ground like a light feather.

A deep, manly voice waves from behind "Aahad, I could have taken care of him myself. There was no need for wasting such power for a rat." Unsheathes his sword from the cave of its flexible vessel.

"Besides, something could have happened to the item."

The man is tall, wearing impenetrable armour and added with a polished shield and samurai sword.

The man in the cloak replies "I didn’t want to take any chances. It was hard to find this sneaky little bastard. Your samurai skills are useless from long distance."

Cumulonimbus dark-clouds overcasted in the sky, clapping thunders. Flashing lights and roaring loud vibrating sounds like a bloodcurdling howling of a giant dragon.

The only motion in the air was that of the dripping, microscopic particles of drizzling mist.

"It's already started to drizzle. It will rain soon. Let me get the item and then, let's leave for home. At the moment, we have a serious mission in our hands."

The armoured samurai holds his protective shield on one hand and the sharp naked sword on other hand. He advances forward to retrieve the item from the bag.

In front of him lies a half roasted broken man. He is lying there unconscious like dead leaves on the highway . First, the samurai gets rid of the thief's tiny deadly dagger. Then, retrieves the item from the bag.

"Let's go. We need to hurry. A dangerous adventure awaits for us. Let's go home. And take some rest."

The samurai nods his head in agreement.

Both of them starts running in high speed and vanishes from the place within mere moments.