The silver moon hung high in the sky, only somewhat managing to cast its light on the remote and worn out alley.
There were a few dim torches emitting rays of flickering light. The light shone into the alley from the outside through a narrow space.
By the alley, the brute and rude voice snapped Thales out of his stupor.
The walk underground had made him dizzy. Plus, the corners and small alleys he was instructed to head to after reaching ground level were a bit complicated as well. Despite it all, Thales still knew very clearly that he had left the Secret Intelligence's protection, exposing himself in Dragon Clouds City.
He was in danger. His only hope to leave the city… was the point of contact Lord Putray had mentioned.
Thales focused, and the Sin of Hell's River was activated, strengthening his sense of hearing.
He detected ten different breathing rates from two directions. There were many on one side, but only one on the other.
