The Veil Above Blackthorne
Fresh off the mark, Gary had his moves lined up ahead of time.
Over in Vellore, his camp hummed beneath a surface of hushed unease, thick with unspoken schemes. Meanwhile, high above Blackthorne City, the air trembled under an intrusion - foreign, alien, out of place.
Above, a pale blue glow shaped like a sphere moved slowly over the great city. Within it, silence held two people suspended, motionless, as though lifted by something unseen. Clouds gave way without a sound when it passed, air flowing around its edges like water avoiding stone. Wind did not push back, simply stepped aside.
Not coming down. Not hurrying forward. Just shifting, slow, eyes fixed.
