Night had fallen completely. Shadows stretched across the ruins like living things. Every alley and broken street was a potential trap.
Jovian moved forward, Vital Mirage close to his side. Every step was measured. Every sound could be a warning.
The city wasn't empty. Dominion's influence lingered in the cracks of the streets. Invisible lines of control shaped their paths. One wrong step could set off a trap.
Lucien scouted ahead, Midnight Sontana darting between shadows. Alaric stayed at the center, Golden Cavalier a wall of defense. Iggy moved unpredictably, seeking openings and anomalies that were too subtle for human eyes.
A ripple moved through the air. It shimmered like water, bending reality slightly.
"…Oblivion," Jovian said softly.
He tightened his grip on his sword. Vital Mirage reacted, moving faster, alert.
They were walking into a trap. And this time, endurance wouldn't be enough.