After an arduous few hours of running, Desmond finally reached the imposing main gate of his residence. Breathing heavily, he paused to catch his breath, his eyes fixated on the two vigilant guards standing watch.
Despite the invisibility spell he had cast, the guards remained unfazed, their unwavering stoicism accentuated by their intense scrutiny of the surroundings. The conjured friction dust dispersed, leaving no trace, but the guards' watchful gazes remained unaffected.
With a flick of his wrist, Desmond deactivated the spell, causing a ripple of astonishment to course through the guards. One of them bellowed, "Hold your position!" They approached Desmond cautiously, their wary expressions etched on their faces.