The moon hung low over the obsidian treetops, a sliver of bone-white in a sky bruised with the last vestiges of twilight. I moved through the forest with a silence that was more than just stealth; it was an absence, a void where a person should be. My Shadow Veil clung to me like a second skin, muffling my footsteps and swallowing the light, turning me into just another shifting shadow in a forest made of them. I had returned to our faction's designated fortress, a crumbling ruin of black stone nestled deep within the hostile embrace of Sector D.