The sound of shuffling feet and quiet rustling echoed in a stone corridor.
A figure garbed in brilliant red robes and a white-haired young man carefully inched forward, their steps quiet but urgent. The former routinely gazed over their shoulder, scanning for any guards or servants, while the latter tried his best not to make any unnecessary sounds.
Of course, these two were Alden and Drakon. At the behest of the Ember Heir, Alden was sneaking around the Citadel of the Ember Clan, holding his breath quietly as Drakon guided him through side entrances and unused passageways, towards whatever compensation it was he would receive for agreeing not to use Ignia to purify any cores.
The vast stone complex sprawled, corridors twisting, turning and occasionally merging together. It was like one big maze. Luckily, Drakon seemed to know the place like the back of his hand - and why wouldn't he?
