~WHOOOSH!~
Luca moved through the dimly lit corridors of the dungeon with calculated silence, his steps muffled against the cold stone floors.
The faint glow of torches flickered along the walls, casting eerie shadows that danced as he passed. Every now and then, he encountered an Inquisition Officer patrolling the halls, their armor glinting in the faint light.
Without hesitation, Luca struck with deadly precision.
His dagger, wreathed in dark energy, plunged into the first guard's throat before the man could utter a sound.
As the body slumped to the ground, Luca dragged it into the shadows, ensuring no trace of his presence remained. He wiped the blade clean on his cloak, muttering under his breath:
"For Lord Mors."
Further down, another guard rounded a corner, his torch illuminating Luca's face. The officer's eyes widened in recognition.
"Luca! You—"
