Chapter 47: [Ghosts are good at stalking]
The streets were quiet, bathed in silver moonlight.
Kael moved through them like a shadow, the memory of Nyra’s healing warmth already distant.
But the closer he drew to the estate of House Drenlor, the louder the sounds became—guards shouting, hounds barking, metal clinking. The aftermath of the Divine General’s escape still lingered like smoke.
He sighed.
Sliding into a dim alleyway, Kael closed his eyes and reached into his space ring. In a practiced motion, he pulled out a neatly folded set of clothes—noble attire, slightly rumpled to suggest urgency.
He stripped off the Devil’s black garments and quickly changed into the pre-prepared outfit. A splash of water across his face and shoulders completed the illusion: Kaelion Drenlor, disheveled, breathless, and loyal.
He staggered into the open, panting.
Veyran’s voice called out, sharp. "Where have you been?"
Kael looked up, just the right amount of exhaustion in his eyes.
"I saw the Devil... he broke in. Took Uncle. I ran to alert the city patrol, activated wards, told every outer post to be on alert."
Veyran stared at him for a moment, eyes searching.