The Prison area, Hailstorm clan.
The night had descended into profound darkness, and even the sounds of nocturnal creatures had faded away, leaving behind a sobering silence that clung to the air.
Within this obscurity, a shadowy figure glided through the shadows, moving with such fluidity that it seemed like the embodiment of the very night itself.
While it didn't move at breakneck speed, its every motion was silent and seamless.
The prison guards, no matter how advanced their cultivation, were utterly oblivious to the eerie presence sneaking through their domain.
Coming to a halt at a crossroads, the shadowy figure now stood before the path that led to the section where the most depraved criminals, stripped of their right to continue their cultivation and life, were imprisoned.
