Asher moved through the shadows, his steps light, merging with the quiet of the night. His focus sharpened as he muttered the incantation under his breath.
"Velum Tenebrarum."
In an instant, his body blurred and blended into the darkness around him.
Next, he whispered the words for "Paenula Umbrarum.", sinking deeper into the night like he was part of it.
His breathing slowed, and his heartbeat became almost nonexistent.
To top it off, he cast more spells to further conceal his energy and presence.
At this moment, only individuals on the level of Sorcerer King Julius could detect him.
It was ironic that he called himself a magician, because right now, even the best assassin would be embarrassed by how high level his stealth was.
He landed on one of the rooftops, choosing not to fly.
As he did, he took in the view below. The streets were far from empty, with demons filling every corner.