The moon hung low over the capital, casting a pale silver glow across the cobblestone streets. Kain moved like a wraith through the shadows, his cloak blending seamlessly with the darkness.
His boots made no sound as he trailed the covered cart rumbling through the quiet alleys, its wheels creaking under the weight of its mysterious cargo. The guards escorting it were tense, their hands gripping sword hilts, eyes darting to every corner.
They knew they were being watched, but Kain was no ordinary hunter. His senses were sharper than any human's, honed by years of stalking creatures that thrived in the dark.
He crouched behind a crumbling wall, his breath steady, his eyes glowing faintly with an unnatural amber hue. The air carried a faint metallic tang, mixed with something else—something otherworldly. Kain's lips curled into a faint smile. "They're coming," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper.
