Midnight.
Bruto.
This not-so-bustling border town has become silent with the onset of night.
Not even a drunkard is visible on the deserted streets.
Only in some alleys or dark corners can one see some vagrants or beggars.
It had rained lightly during the day.
Some of the roads in town became muddy.
It's just a small border town, and Bruto is considered a lower-tier city in the Alliance.
Only the main road leading from the city gate is paved with stone.
A figure dressed in a black robe quickly navigates the muddy paths, occasionally splashing some mud.
The shadow moves swiftly in the darkness.
It wasn't until he was long gone that another person appeared on the path he had taken.
The black-robed figure quickly darted into a small alley, entering a building through a broken door.
The room inside was somewhat dark, with only a few candles lit nearby, casting dim light.
Walking further into the passageway.
He reached a larger room, which was noticeably brighter.
