Chapter 386 - Zealots in the Dark (2)

His breath stayed measured, the Riftborne Necrolord's cloak rippling around him like living ink. Shadowy tendrils clung to his skin, disguising him so thoroughly that even the faintest beam of torchlight wouldn't betray his form. Every step was a delicate dance, each movement taken with mindful grace. Debris littered the courtyard, shards of glass and collapsed statues scattered across the once-majestic walkway, but he navigated them with an almost eerie precision, guided by that subtle hum of mist within his body.

Rodion spoke softly into his ear, the AI's voice crisp and calm.