The three moons hung high above Greyvale, a silent trinity casting pale silver, dull blue, and faint crimson light over the city.
Their glow washed over tiled roofs and crooked spires, illuminating narrow alleys and sleeping districts, transforming the city into something ethereal, as if it existed within a dream rather than under the weight of reality.
Valeria perched on the edge of the headquarters roof, one knee drawn up while her other leg dangled freely. The wind playfully tugged at her crimson hair, lifting strands before letting them fall back against her back.
Below her, the compound slumbered uneasily. Torches flickered in the courtyard as guards shifted duties with quiet efficiency. Somewhere in the distance, laughter floated from a tavern, thin and fleeting.
She didn't look down; her gaze was fixed on the horizon where the jagged city walls met the moonlit sky.
It had been a long day, or longer still, a prolonged turning of fate.
