A Feast for Crows

When night fell, And darkness ruled ... Only blackness remained.

A lone figure ..

Walked silently through the back alleys and darkened corridors.

The silent assassin—

Ghost Umbra.

Eyes closed ..

He followed a specific path. Winding through back streets ...

Twisting through hidden corridors until eventually ..

He descended into the filthy sewers beneath the capital city of Belgrad.

Ghost finally arrived at a wide, open clearing.

A clearing covered in white flowers.

He stared at the scene before him—

Then looked up.

At the pipes above, dripping steadily.

At the crumbling, rotting walls.

A sight that made him wonder ..

How could such flowers grow—

In a place so desolate?

Step by step, Ghost walked forward, Heading toward the center of the white garden.

After a few paces—

Two others silently followed behind him.

Ghost didn't turn to look.