The Caught Assassin

Lyan followed the cloaked leader through the narrow alleyways, his body crackling with energy as he channeled Griselda's power. The lightning aura around him intensified, wrapping around his limbs like tendrils of pure energy. He felt the surge of electricity flowing through every fiber of his being, urging him to move faster, to close the distance between him and his quarry. His senses sharpened, and time seemed to slow down as the world around him became a blur of dark stone walls and narrow passages.

The cloaked figure was quick, vaulting over barrels and squeezing through narrow gaps between buildings, their cloak billowing behind them. They tossed obstacles in Lyan's way—crates, broken furniture, even conjuring illusions that distorted the path ahead. Lyan's eyes narrowed, a grin tugging at his lips as he pushed forward. The thrill of the chase, the excitement of the hunt—it was like fire in his veins, a reminder of his strength.