The night air carried a faint chill as a cool breeze swept through the empty streets.
Under the dim glow of scattered lanterns, Mirean Moon moved silently, wrapped in a hooded cloak that concealed her face. A large parcel hung over her shoulder, its weight nothing to her lithe frame. She paused briefly, glancing behind.
No one followed.
A small, knowing smile played on her lips. "High-grade magic tools are worth every coin," she whispered to herself. "Their stealth enchantment is flawless."
Behind her, somewhere in the shadowed distance, Elara and Alina Noor trailed unseen—hidden by the very artifact Mirean had given them earlier. They were both key parts of tonight's operation, handpicked by Luciel himself, and Mirean thought of them as her backup—clever, spirited girls with more courage than sense.
Without further hesitation, Mirean leapt gracefully, clearing the high city wall of the Tenth-Floor City in a single bound. Her figure vanished into the darkness beyond.
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