The air was thick with tension as Aaron and Layla moved cautiously through the darkened streets of the Eastern Duchy.
The scent of damp stone and old wood clung to the narrow alleys, a stark contrast to the luxurious districts where nobles resided. Here, in the underbelly of the city, whispers of the forbidden magic practitioners echoed through the abandoned buildings and hidden tunnels.
Aaron had followed the trail relentlessly, uncovering fragments of a sinister operation—one that involved the abduction and horrific experimentation on refugees. The pieces had led him here, deep into the heart of the Eastern Duchy.
Layla, always resourceful, had joined him without hesitation, lending both her knowledge of the city and her personal forces to aid in the search. Yet, despite their efforts, they were being watched.
Shadows moved unseen along the rooftops, keeping pace with them.
Waiting.
The moment had finally arrived.
