The night grew deeper.
The sky was as dark as ink, and the once-bright moon that had shed its white light upon the earth was obscured by layer upon layer of thick, black clouds.
At this moment, Tressburg City had already fallen into silence and darkness. The streets were empty, with no one in sight except for the occasional sound of footsteps from the night patrols.
Jon hid in a corner, draped in a black linen robe that concealed him in the shadows. He waited until a group of patrolling soldiers passed by on the street before carefully crossing it, navigating through a labyrinth of dark alleyways, and finally arriving at the unassuming door of a four-story building with a grimy facade.
After ensuring that there was no one around, Jon extended his hand and lightly knocked on the door in a specific pattern.
With a soft click, the door opened, revealing a small window about the size of a palm. A pair of alert eyes peered out.
