He finished bandaging, securing it firmly, then adjusted James's position so he'd be more comfortable when he woke.
That was when Bruce sensed something.
Two presences.
They were outside.
Without mana, using Life Glance was impossible, but Bruce didn't need it. He caught them through sound alone. The faint displacement of air. The subtle, deliberate pressure of footsteps against the ground.
They were moving carefully.
Too carefully.
A normal person wouldn't have heard anything at all. Even trained guards might have missed it. But Bruce's hearing was abnormal, honed, sharpened, attuned to irregularities most people filtered out as background noise.
The silence itself was suspicious.
They were trying to be quiet.
In the next instant.
The door burst open.
Moonlight spilled into the room as two figures shot forward, blades flashing cold silver as they lunged straight toward James.
Their speed was insane.
Faster than Bruce had expected.
