Vladimir stood on the deserted street, staring up at the Old Museum. The building stood as a dark silhouette against the night sky, as if mourning the fate of all who once lived in it.
Vladimir walked through the entrance, his every sense on guard. He wore his usual suit, but there was an edge to his demeanor, something more predatory tonight.
He stepped into the ground entrance hall, his footsteps echoing in the large space. It was as if the entire building was deserted. He deployed his Aura, sweeping through the floors until he found Ivo.
He frowned at the sight before shrugging. He got into the elevator and ascended to the throne room where Ivo was waiting. The elevator dinged and he stepped out.
