After nightfall, the moon was in all its glory, and the night was darker than ever.
The night breeze rustling the weeds and wildflowers carried the scent of grass and moisture in the air.
Tonight was perfect for murder and espionage.
In his room, Kael was finishing adjusting his black Taoist robe, made of iron spider silk. His eyes, black as the abyss, scanned the empty room before turning toward the window.
After finishing, Kael, before making a move, mentally reviewed his plan, considering the different variables that could arise. He always thought about the worst possible scenario.
After reviewing his plan, he made his move. He knew that with his father in the mansion, security and guards were extremely tight.
Stepping out into the long hallway, where few servants were to be seen, Kael blended into the shadows, moving quickly and calculatedly, making as little noise as possible.
The two servants stopped dead in their tracks when a shadow crossed in front of them.
