The moon hung low, casting a pale glow over the academy grounds as Lukas, Branson, Theresa, and Ellice watched from the shadows. They'd been tailing Simon for some time now, keeping their distance, careful not to alert him to their presence. The cool breeze rustled through the trees, but the tension between them was unmistakable.
"He's heading towards the old library," Branson whispered, his eyes narrowing as he observed Simon walking alone. The figure of their target moved cautiously, glancing over his shoulder every few steps as if he could sense their presence.
Lukas, crouched beside Ellice, glanced at her and nodded. They had been on edge since the recent intel from Lukas' clone. Simon had been acting strange ever since the incident with Ghelgath, and Lukas wasn't about to let his guard down.
"Keep close but not too close," Lukas instructed, his voice barely a whisper. "We can't risk being detected."
