Chapter 241: Assaulting the Warehouse
The sun peeked just above the tops of the walls, casting long shadows throughout the city. The air hummed with tension as we snuck through the streets, hiding our identities with cloaks. I wore the cloak gifted me by Viriden, taking extra care to conceal my horns and tail.
Dyson scouted ahead and behind us, moving with uncanny silence. His shadowed form barely registered to my vision, and it was only by the power of the Eyes of Fate I noticed whenever he dropped in to report.
"Truly a thief," I murmured, more to myself than anyone. He was charming and cheerful, which made it easy to forget his dexterous abilities and skillful maneuvering in the dark.
Our target was a warehouse on the edge of the city, appearing much the same as every other facility in the district. Regular squads of guards patrolled the streets, but we evaded them thanks to Dyson’s timely warnings.
By the time we arrived, the sun had fully dropped behind the walls, plunging the city into darkness. It mattered not to my eyes, but the rest of the Glory Chasers shifted uncomfortably, jumping at shadows and keeping their weapons held tightly in their grips.
"Would you like me to cast a light?" I asked softly.
Sorrin shook his head. "That’ll only expose us. It’s not the first time we’ve had to deal with night or darkness, so I expect we’ll manage."
The warehouse loomed out of the dark, a massive, foreboding mass of shadows. There were no windows on the ground story, and those above were barred and tightly shuttered. Several loading bays rested on raised ramps, their doors sealed from the inside. Light escaped the slits beneath the doors, occasionally crossed by shadows, as though people were moving about inside.
Sorrin hissed, and we gathered together, a lump of cloaks in a nearby alley.
"According to the guild master, there are several dozen slaves kept on the bottom floors. The Circle will have posted sentries all over the place, and there’s no guarantee they won’t be prepared for us. Our mission is of the utmost importance, so even if we’re fighting other people, we can’t afford to show mercy."
Everyone glanced at me, but then turned to stare at Dyson as he let out a low, mirthless chuckle.