Third Person's POV
Each motion was precise and silent as if he were a shadow drifting from beneath a sleeping forest.
Rising to his feet, he stood tall and composed, mind sharpened by resolve.
He cast one last glance at the slumbering forms on the bed.
With his decision made and his heart steady, he turned toward the door and exited without a sound.
His footsteps barely echoed as he ascended back to the ground floor. The moment he stepped into the main hall, a soft silver light shimmered in his irises.
Nothing happened in the real world, but the receptionist didn't glance up and seemed completely unaware of his presence.
The nearby guards, too, continued their slumber and remained utterly still with their breathing rhythmic and undisturbed.
To them, he was invisible.
Like a passing wind, Ethan walked out of the inn into the silence of the dark night, which embraced him without resistance.
Once outside, he slipped into a narrow alley where shadows deepened.
