The roads were dark—not the kind of darkness born from a cloudy sky or a missing moon—but an unnatural gloom that clung to every wall and crept into every alley. It wasn't merely the absence of light. It was the presence of something else.
Luo Yue walked nervously behind Yin Fei. The darkness wrapped around her like a tide of ink, thick with unease. The only thing she could think about were the stories of the terrible things the Chaos sect had done, depicting their members to be akin to savage beasts if not worse.
With every step, her chest felt tighter, like the shadows were alive and watching—waiting. All the while, Xiao Fang lay dormant within her soul, observing closely to his surroundings through her senses, while monitoring Luo Yue's inner thoughts.
