As the clock struck midnight, the capital lay shrouded in a chilling silence, interrupted only by the soft whisper of the wind.
Three silvery moons hung high in the sky, their ethereal glow spilling over rooftops and cobbled streets like liquid silver.
A thousand stars twinkled faintly around them, mere whispers against the luminous trio.
The light cast sharp contrasts across the city,a dance of silver beams illuminating stone while ink-black shadows loomed ominously in every alleyway.
By day, this bustling metropolis thrummed with life; now it seemed to hold its breath beneath that tranquil sky.
But this peace was as fragile as glass.
Dozens of cloaked figures moved stealthily along the rooftops, swift and silent as shadows themselves.
Their movements were so fluid they appeared to merge with the night.
Boots touched tiles without a sound; cloaks billowed briefly before snapping back into place.
