Malek flitted through the night of Al-Rafid, his mind slightly a mess after what he experienced, wondering how things would play out from now on. Even though he had been 'inducted' into the winning team, that did not mean that everything would be smooth.
On the contrary, the most dangerous part was yet to come.
The manor came into view as he cut through the winding alleyways, its luxurious presence like a beacon in the dark. Even though he had walked these halls for weeks, there was something unsettling about returning tonight.
Malek landed soundlessly on a side balcony, slipping inside and maneuvering through the dim corridors toward the meeting hall. The scent of stale smoke, alcohol, and blood lingered in the air, mixing with the laughter and murmurs of the dark esper group as they loitered.
The moment he stepped into the hall, the room stilled.
