In the oppressive shroud of the City of Darkness, River and her trio of drifters moved with practiced stealth through the labyrinthine passages they had meticulously planned.
Their goal was clear: breach the inner-city, raid the treasury, and escape before nightfall sealed their fate.
The passage they used was narrow, its walls slick with the damp chill of neglect.
Every sound seemed amplified in the silence—a distant drip of water, the scurrying of unseen creatures. River led the way, her keen eyes scanning every corner, every shadow.
Marion followed closely, his flames flickering softly to light their path without attracting undue attention. Sarah brought up the rear, her grip on Marion's hand a silent reassurance amidst the tension.
They emerged into the inner-city, where the darkness was less suffocating but equally menacing. River's sharp gaze darted around, noting the heightened security.
