The first day of their coordinated surveillance passed without incident.
Damien moved through the Imperial Capital like a ghost, using his shadow sense to detect demonic presence while monitoring the spaces between their designated targets.
The ability had grown more refined since the forest trial – he could feel disturbances in the darkness, recognize patterns of movement that didn't belong to normal city activity.
Nothing demonic appeared. Just the usual flow of imperial life – merchants trading, nobles politicking, guards patrolling, citizens going about their daily routines.
Too normal, perhaps.
By evening, when they reconvened at the residence, all three reported the same absence of activity.
"The cathedral was quiet," Elara said, removing her formal High Priestess robes with obvious relief. "I spent six hours monitoring divine wards, detecting nothing more threatening than a pickpocket trying to steal from the donation boxes."
