Auren moved slowly through the hall, cloaked in dark armor that seemed to drink in both light and sound. He was nearly imperceptible—an echo that never arrived. From time to time, whenever he needed to slip past wandering eyes, he simply vanished and reappeared elsewhere in the dark.
A few minutes later, he was already atop the Temple tower, staring out across the distance toward the main keep, where the King and his nobles resided.
Charging in blindly would be foolish. He couldn't just barge into the keep without knowing where to go. Precision was necessary. He needed a way to map out the place, down to its last corner.
A full-frontal assault would end in his defeat. That much was clear.
Still, under the façade he carried—the carefully woven lie he intended to use—he had a trump card. If it ever came down to the final moment, when death was certain, he would unleash Devourer.
