Chapter 257: The Woman on the Balcony
Bastion One glowed like a fallen star against the dark southern horizon.
Nyx stepped into the deep shadow of a towering marble aqueduct. Draven followed her. The transition from the physical street into the two-dimensional plane of the dark was flawless.
They did not walk the main thoroughfares. They moved through the Capital exactly the way a Phantom Queen dictated. Nyx navigated the micro-shadows cast by pristine runic streetlamps, heavy stone statues, and the armored transports of the Capital Knights.
Draven watched her work. She had spent three weeks embedded alone in the enemy stronghold. She had mapped every blind spot. She knew the patrol routes of the silver-armored guards vastly better than the men walking them. She slipped through Sector Two without triggering a single perimeter ward.
They moved beneath the glittering wealth of a city that had no idea the rest of the continent was starving.
