The air in the Glass Market had turned frigid the moment Xiao Yu vanished, leaving behind a silence so heavy it felt physical. The nine of them stood in a loose circle, the void mirror now nothing more than a mundane piece of furniture reflecting a grey, oppressive sky.
Lin Yue didn't wait for the others to recover from the shock. He stepped forward, his eyes already scanning the horizon where the skyline shifted into the jagged, window-dense silhouette of the Window Quarter.
"We should move," he repeated.
"Move? Just like that?" Tang Xin's voice was high, bordering on a crack. He looked around at the empty market stalls, his breathing shallow. "She just told us silhouettes are waking up, and they're hungry for faces. We can't just stroll into their neighborhood!"
"Staying here is a higher risk," Lin Yue replied, his voice a flat line. "The market is empty, which means there is nowhere to hide. The Window Quarter is dense. Density provides cover, provided we know how to use it."
