「Three days later.」
The Dayan Dynasty Imperial City.
The night was hazy, and moonlight spilled down like water. A curfew was in effect within the capital, so the city was utterly silent, with not a sound to be heard.
Two figures, their movements as light as swallows and their footsteps like floating clouds, landed on the ground. Neither of them spoke; with a silent understanding, they walked forward.
GONG! GONG! GONG!
"The air is dry, be careful with fire." A Night Watchman slowly emerged from the street, heading toward the two figures.
The Night Watchman lowered his head to strike the bronze gong in his hand a few times, then looked up and continued on his way. He seemed completely oblivious to the two people before him, his body brushing past theirs as he passed.
The pair headed toward a more remote corner of the Imperial City. Their figures vanished as they entered a long alley, disappearing into the darkness.
