Each step took us closer to the heart of the enemy's operation, and with every turn, I could feel the malevolent energy intensifying.
We encountered more resistance along the way—more masked figures, more monsters lurking in the shadows. But they were no match for us.
The first group we encountered barely had time to react. A group of three masked men appeared from a side passage, their auras sharp with intent. But before they could even draw their weapons, I was already moving.
I activated [Shadowborne], merging with the darkness around us, becoming a flicker of movement they couldn't track. My daggers flashed, slicing through the air with lethal precision.
The first man fell before he even knew I was there, a clean cut across his throat silencing him instantly. The second tried to turn, but I was already behind him, my blade plunging into his back, severing his spine. The third barely had time to register the deaths of his comrades before my dagger found his heart.
