I walked briskly through the moonlit streets, my footsteps echoing against the cobblestones. The city was quieter than usual, an uneasy stillness hanging in the air. I could feel the weight of the mission pressing on my shoulders, but I pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. Varik's lair was not far, and I needed to approach with caution. The artifact I sought was hidden within his treasury, a prize that even Varik did not fully comprehend.
The Drakhan Family mansion had provided me with the resources I needed. Alfred had done his part, gathering intelligence and setting traps. The rest was up to me. I adjusted the grip on the Drakhan sword at my side, its weight a comforting reminder of the power I wielded. My psychokinesis was my greatest asset, but I had learned to use it sparingly, conserving my mana for the moments when it truly counted.
