Magnus and Gregory stood outside the warehouse, coughing harshly as smoke filled the air. The dancing flames that were engulfing the structure illuminated the night sky, which shone menacingly. Confusion and gratitude mingled in Magnus's voice as he spoke to their mysterious savior. "We appreciate you rescuing us, but who the hell are you?"

　　Lucas replied with a sense of urgency in his tone. "There are more pressing matters than my name. We need to leave the area ...