The night swallowed him whole as Albedo emerged from the ruins of what he had done. The collapse behind him was extremely clean. Tons of stone, molten glass, and warped enchantments folded inward on themselves, sealing the aqueduct hub like a tomb never meant to be reopened.
To anyone who came later, it would look like structural failure accelerated by age and neglect. A very common occurrence for ancient buildings, it would probably be rebuilt quite soon with no-one suspecting a thing.
Just an inconvenience, nothing more, nothing less.
Albedo stood on a half-cracked rooftop overlooking the glassworks district, cloak fluttering softly in the wind as distant city lights shimmered against the horizon. Below him, the first echoes of alarm were already beginning to stir, guards, patrols, and emergency constructs reacting to anomalous mana spikes.
