Zeus left the tavern, his steps light and purposeful as he moved through the darkened streets. A satisfied smile played on his lips, knowing that Thalrik Malachor's fate was already sealed.
The thing that he had placed on him would ensure that, no matter how far Thalrik wandered, the plan was already in motion.
As he continued down the winding streets, Zeus's mind was already turning to his next target. "One down," he muttered to himself, his tone calm but laced with anticipation. "Now, where's the next one?"
Just as he was about to formulate a plan, his sharp ears caught the sound of a commotion nearby. A woman's voice, panicked and desperate, echoed through the narrow alleyways, her cries for help breaking the stillness of the night.
