The city of Greyhollow was nestled between jagged cliffs and thick, tangled woods. By day, it bustled with trade caravans and townsfolk, its cobbled streets alive with noise and color. But by night, Greyhollow changed. The lanterns flickered with a ghostly hue, shadows deepened between alleyways, and the veil between predator and prey grew dangerously thin.
Amber and Lilith arrived just as twilight dipped into true night, the horizon bleeding orange behind distant peaks. The city gates opened with a lazy groan as the guards gave the two cloaked travelers a wary glance, but said nothing. There was something about their presence that made people instinctively lower their eyes.
"We'll rest here," Lilith said, brushing strands of raven-black hair from her face. "We made a statement back at the Black Chain hideout. If anyone's watching, they'll hear of it soon."
