The window was wide open.
Bel stood still, the night wind brushing against his face. The city below was quiet, lights flickering dimly in the distance.
Behind him, the bed was stuffed, a mound of clothes and a pillow shaped carefully beneath the blanket, giving the perfect illusion of a sleeping patient.
"Alright," he muttered, cracking his fingers softly. "Let's go."
Without a sound, he leapt onto the windowsill, then into the dark.
[Aura Suppression: Active.]
He moved like a shadow.
Running along rooftops, leaping from wall to wall, gliding silently over the narrow alleys. Not a single step echoed.
Not a single movement gave him away.
His perception scanned every street and window, searching for eyes, for movement, for the slightest sign that someone was following him, and to find the most optimal path to not be seen.
Nothing.
He reached the edge of the city in minutes, crouched atop the final rooftop, staring at the wide stretch of wall ahead.
