The next night, inside the Nineteenth District, darkness swallowed everything. The sky was pitch black, not even a trace of the moon to be seen. From afar, the prison towers in the Nineteenth District stood tall and clearly visible. The sound of the guards' footsteps echoed across the entire area.
On the rooftop of one of the nearby buildings, Jevan stood beside Adam. His face was hidden behind a black mask. A small fabric bag hung over his shoulder, filled with playing cards marked with the symbols of the Authority of Miracles and the Authority of Law, along with several short daggers engraved with the same symbols.
He lifted his gaze toward the prison, exhaled, and muttered,
"For the Creator's sake, how did they even build something this massive here, in the middle of the district?"
