Footsteps in the Fog

The noble district was quieter than usual. Not the peaceful kind of quiet—the tense, watchful kind. The type that made the air feel heavier, the mist more suffocating. It wasn't just the usual mist-choked streets of Luthadel. There was a shift in the atmosphere, an awareness lingering just beneath the surface. Something was different today.

Mikhailis strode forward, his coat billowing slightly as he moved with a leisurely pace, a stark contrast to the nobles around him who walked with their heads down, steps quick and precise. They were avoiding attention, but that avoidance itself drew his interest.

Vyrelda matched his pace beside him, her sharp, predatory gaze scanning every face they passed. Her presence alone was enough to deter unwanted attention, her reputation as a seasoned warrior well-known even beyond Silvarion Thalor. Still, it didn't escape Mikhailis that some of the nobles weren't reacting as they should.