The night was dark and close, dreadful, barely ideal for anyone to move through. Adventurers, tyrants who'd do anything at the right price, crowded every stretch of street, leaving nearly no breathing room. Yet, Halo jumped from one shadow to the next.
Things escalated faster than he anticipated, but Iris was calm—unnervingly so. She gave him precise directions to his new home.
The Commander and adventurers were in pursuit of Halo, him alone. As long as he wasn't by Iris's side, she wouldn't be branded suspicious. And if his new house was located, he could face the Commander alone.
It wasn't ideal, but it was the best for their situation.
Every opening meant more exposure and more risk of being caught. He maneuvered through alleys, clung to buildings like a lizard, erasing his presence into the shadows.
But to his advantage, the barbarous adventurers were brainless. They abandoned their suspicions after a cursory glance, allowing him to slip past with ease.
