A hazy stream of air blew from terrace to terrace in the southern city of Marashia region. The dark, moonless night made everything seem pitch black, and after the day of violence, the city had been overtaken by soldiers, maintaining a curfew.
But Sylvester had a mission, and he was the wind that blew silently that night. In his black, tightly tied robes, he made his way towards the monastery while setting up a few traps around the city to ensure nobody came to disturb him while executing his plan.
"Chonky, how's the view?"
"Clear! Go!" Miraj kept watch from the sky and informed Sylvester every time there was any movement nearby him.
After all, the traps Sylvester was setting were based on Elder Runes, a knowledge lost to the world, with him being its sole master. Moreover, his knowledge was elevated as he also knew about the ordinary runes that utilized common magic.
