The night air was thick with the scent of mold and rusted iron, the dark alley whispering secrets only the Ghosts could understand. Dominic's boots thudded softly against the cracked stone path, each step echoing in the quiet. His eyes flicked to the shadows cast by the flickering streetlight behind him, tension wrapping tightly around his chest.
He'd had a bad feeling about General Coris from the start — a gnawing instinct that something about her didn't quite fit. From the first moment she stepped into the palace with her cold grace and those sharp, calculating eyes… he had sensed it. But it wasn't until the Stolks began flooding both the main city and the inner sanctum that he truly began to understand. Not fully, not then — but now the pieces were falling into place, each memory sliding into a jigsaw of betrayal.
Dominic opened his system interface with a thought. His eyes flicked over the floating translucent panels.
[Host Stats.]
Strength: 1670/1000 EXP
