Time had ticked by quickly, two nights had now passed since the conversation Albedo had with the captives that Seraphyne had dragged into the basement. Now, the hour had come for Albedo and Seraphyne to reap their rewards.
The night air was sharp. Not cold, but sharp, as though the very wind knew it carried whispers of death through the canals of Pantheon.
The docks were a forgotten part of Pantheon, the easternmost edge of the city where old warehouses had crumbled into ruin and the water reeked of stagnant algae and iron rust.
While the docks were very active in the past, with the advancement of various types of magic and increased accessibility to magic, the docks became rather useless
Now, it was just a graveyard for derelict ships, and by night, the docks would become an empty labyrinth where those of the underworld prowled to complete their business.
And beneath it all, hidden under collapsed stone and the wreckage of forgotten trade routes, lay the ruins.
