Chapter 90: Blackmarket (4)
He slipped into a narrow side alley, boots tapping lightly against the cobblestone. The night swallowed him whole.
And then—he vanished.
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(Michael POV)
Michael pressed his palm against the stone wall, calling upon the familiar tug of mana.
[Skill: Shadow Swap]
The world warped for an instant, his body dissolving into darkness and reforming high above—inside the canopy of an old elm tree.
Leaves rustled softly around him as he crouched on the thick branch, silent and hidden. From up here, the alley stretched like a black ribbon beneath him.
He waited.
A moment later, four figures spilled into the alley from the street.
Draped in dark, assassin's garb, their movements were sharp, disciplined. The moonlight caught on faint blades strapped to their thighs and curved daggers glinting at their belts.