The streets of Valon had grown quiet, darkness gathering like thick ink spilled across a canvas. Cold moonlight filtered through thin clouds, casting eerie patterns on old, weathered cobblestones. Most citizens had long retreated into the safety of their homes, leaving only faint lanterns glowing behind shuttered windows.
Kaelith moved silently through the empty streets, his steps graceful and deliberate. With his dark cloak and calm, dignified posture, he appeared no different from any noble enjoying an evening stroll. The few passersby who noticed him quickly looked away, sensing instinctively that his presence was best avoided.
He turned onto a narrower road, weaving between ancient, dilapidated buildings—far from the main thoroughfares, beyond watchful eyes.
Only then did Kaelith pause, letting the night settle around him.
