[ESTELLE]
Stalking Damien in Frizkiel wasn't just difficult—it was an Olympic-level event.
Forget scaling mountains or swimming across turbulent seas; tailing that man through the busiest city in the kingdom required unparalleled patience, stealth, and, apparently, the ability to look like a complete lunatic.
First of all, Frizkiel was massive, a labyrinth of twisting streets, bustling markets, and alleys that seemed to exist solely to confuse me. And Damien? He was fast—annoyingly fast. One second, he was casually walking along a cobblestone street, and the next, he'd duck into some obscure shop buying crystal lizard hats or something equally bizarre. How did he even find these places?
To blend in, I decided to go "incognito." A long cloak, a scarf wrapped around my face, and a pair of oversized goggles (don't ask where I got them).
