The bustling port city of Latros stretched before us, with its towering buildings and dark coastlines, casting shadows that flickered under the pale morning light. We arrived as quietly as shadows slipping into the night, each of us blending into the crowds and alleyways. The atmosphere here was tense, almost as if the city itself was holding its breath, anticipating the storm we'd bring with us.
As we neared the entrance to Latros, I signaled to the other shadow mystics to disperse. There was no need to raise suspicions, not yet.
"Alright, split up," I commanded, my tone even. "We don't want to draw attention before we've even crossed into their territory."
They nodded in silent acknowledgment, though Beta couldn't resist a playful grin. "But Master," she teased, her voice laced with mischief, "who's going to protect you if we're all scattered?"
Protect me? Is she joking. I believe she and everyone else knows I am way stronger than they are.
