Carrisa's lips curved into a faint smile as the first rays of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of orange and gold. The evacuation of civilians had delayed their attack more than she preferred, but such precautions were necessary. Even if it compromised their element of surprise, minimizing collateral damage remained essential—not out of compassion, but to avoid complications later.
Her gaze shifted to the Bureau of Intelligence building. Shadows leapt across the rooftops, moving as one with eerie synchronization. The Nightshades had begun their advance, their forms blending with the dim light as they descended toward the target.
The human soldiers stationed outside the building, unaware of the supernatural conflict they were about to face, stirred to life. Spotting the advancing figures, they raised their weapons and barked warnings.
"Halt! Identify yourselves!" one of them shouted.