"Foosh!" Victor took a long breath upon his return, as if he had been underwater for a long time.
His heart was racing, and he put his right hand on his chest to measure it. At the same time, he looked around. He was in a dark and dirty hallway between two buildings. He could hear the sound of the sea in the distance and some of the noise of the harbor not far away. He was back in the alley from where he had spotted Garret Darksoul's warehouse.
Victor then sighed in relief and quickly started to look for something on the ground, something in which he could see his own reflection.
As luck would have it, there was a metal cup lying among all the other trash. Victor picked it up, wiped the surface with the sleeve of his tunic, and checked the reflection of his own face.
