As the sun descended beneath the horizon in Durran, Elmer and his crew smoothly infiltrated the bustling city, their presence blending seamlessly with the celebratory crowd. The upcoming harvest festival, slated for the day after tomorrow, had momentarily relaxed the vigilance of the city guards. Their focus had shifted towards identifying potential threats, primarily anyone carrying weapons or volatile alchemical substances, which Elmer and his crew cleverly circumvented by storing their tools in specially designed space rings.
Elmer's voice resonated softly through his earpiece as he reported their successful entry into the city. "We're inside the city."
"Good," Michael's voice replied in his head, a technological marvel that still left Elmer in awe. The power of these tiny devices allowed them to communicate effortlessly across vast distances.