Nyx slipped into Riven's shadow without a sound, her form vanishing in a swirl of darkness. With Ember close behind, the two Drakar siblings passed through the estate's outer wards undetected, the enchantments parting like mist around them.
The snoring guard near the gate didn't even stir.
They moved with the shadows, soundless and unseen, gliding along the worn cobblestone path that wound toward the grand estate. It loomed like a monument to pride and legacy, but Riven didn't spare it a second glance. He led them with certainty, cutting through the moonlit courtyard and toward the far side of the building where he knew a lesser-used servant's door waited.
Halting just beneath the stone arch, Riven paused.
