Chapter 438 - The Covert Operation

The city lay cloaked in the shroud of night, its tall stone walls casting long shadows under the moonlight. The faint, silvery glow peeked through the wisps of clouds above, offering just enough light to outline the city's silhouette. Lyan crouched low in the underbrush, his dark attire blending seamlessly with the surrounding shadows. Beside him, Ravia and the infiltrators waited, their breaths quiet and controlled. The tension in the air was palpable, each soldier's focus honed to a razor edge. The faint swing of lanterns atop the walls created rhythmic patterns of light and darkness, illuminating the Varzadian patrols pacing methodically along the parapets.