Midnight draped the capital in an eerie silence, a heavy blanket that muted the world.
Clouds obscured the moon, casting shadows over empty streets,except for one solitary figure gliding through narrow alleys like a living shadow.
Zephyr moved with the grace of a whisper, each step deliberate and soundless.
His cloak of deep gray billowed softly behind him, while his crimson eyes glinted from beneath the hood.
A faint hum of mana enveloped him,a shroud of power. He wasn't here to hunt; he was here to eliminate.
Ahead, the sigil of the Black Thorn,a thorned spiral flickered dimly on a rusting iron gate. Crouched atop an adjacent rooftop, he surveyed his surroundings.
Beneath him, dozens of faint mana signatures pulsed like a heartbeat below the earth.
A sly smile crept across his face. "So this is your nest."
Drawing a sleek dagger forged from obsidian steel, he whispered, "Shadow Veil."
