Frosthold City, Kingdom of Dawn.
The night was a howling, freezing nightmare. A blizzard had rolled in, reducing visibility to near zero. The snow crunched violently underfoot, and the icy wind shrieked like a dying beast.
In a dark, snow-buried alleyway across the street from the Ironfist Manor—the heavily fortified residence of the Third General—Caelum and Soren stood perfectly still. Their breathing was shallow and silent, their bodies completely cloaked in shadows.
Whoosh...
High above the manor, hidden within the swirling snow, Kael hovered in the air. The Shadow Veil technique he had purchased from the System wrapped around him like a second skin, erasing his presence, his scent, and his mana signature entirely. He looked like a phantom in the storm.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
