Time passed and Albedo was not going about his day regularly, waiting for updates from Raven on what he should do next.
Their attack on the various businesses and vassal families of the Everglades were immensely successful, and now he was just waiting for a reaction, that seemed to arrive soon enough.
As the Human was walking through the streets, he felt it before he saw it. Not the presence itself, those were expertly masked, but the absence of coincidence.
Footsteps that adjusted when he slowed. Reflections in glass that vanished a heartbeat too late. Mana signatures that skimmed the edge of perception and then withdrew, disciplined, patient, predatory.
Magnus had finally decided to make his move, and it was clearly a very aggressive one. Albedo continued walking as if nothing had changed, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat as he crossed from the academy-adjacent residential ward into the older stone districts closer to the river.
