Ishiki looked up to the full length of the wall and grimaced, It looked like a golden titan of polished metal that stretched two hundred meters into twilight.
From where Ishiki stood at its base, hidden in the darkest fold of an alley's shadow, he was nothing more than an insect.
He sighed heavily and closed his eyes... letting the [Ghost Blade]'s perception paint a monochrome picture. Color was violently stripped away, replaced by a high-contrast realm of greys, blacks, and blinding whites in a sphere of influence reaching out five hundred meters in every direction.
Ishiki saw a group of three guards walking towards him from the right and a family from behind.
He had to make sure no one witnessed him while he climbed up the wall and it must be done fast enough so that no would notice.
Ishiki slightly moved back and leaned against the wall of a house and waited. Soon... the family and the group of guards both walked by without even knowing that he was just besides them.
