Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction
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The high-ranking disciple continued his rounds through the mist-veiled streets of Yinfrost City, his presence veiled beneath layers of confident superiority. Unbeknownst to him, Victor and Tarkos remained silent specters in the shadows, watching his every movement from rooftops and alleys, ignoring the perfect opportunity to strike. They knew better than to bite into bait clearly laced with poison.
After nearly an hour of circling, the disciple huffed in annoyance and returned to the Emerald Coil Pavilion. Upon his arrival, the others were quick to gather around.
"You were out there for almost two hours," one grumbled. "What happened?"
"Nothing. They didn't show," he replied, irritated. "Not a damn ghost in sight."
"That doesn't make any sense," Elder Mu spat, his brows drawn together. "They've been opportunistic until now. Why not take this chance?"
