Feeling Lost

The three Elves moved carefully through the crowded streets. Their Magic working in their favor now that they had adjusted to the unnatural energy of this world.

Their camouflage not merely hid them, it altered their presence and tuning their essence to match the strange frequency that pulsed through this city. To any outsider, they were just more of the altered people who walked these streets with their appearances seamlessly blending in with the cybernetic beings around them.

But knowing that to others they now looked like these people, made their skin crawl.

Arlyn clenched his fists as he passed a man whose arm was entirely mechanical with metal plating fused into his shoulder. The sight of artificial limbs attached into their flesh was disturbing.

His stomach churned at the thought that their illusion made them appear the same way. He resisted the urge to shudder.