Chapter 6010

Deep night draped the West District as Lyza stepped from shadow to the outer wall of a refined compound.

She appeared like the afterimage of a snuffed candle—no crunch of gravel, only the faint whisper of fabric. Her night-clothes swallowed stray moonlight; her aura sank low, thin as dust, as she scanned every branch and tiled ridge.

Jared’s coded glyphs had marked this place. The reclusive scholar, Mr. Moore, slept within.

Her task was simple: remove him without harm. The man bore no ill will, but he stood in Jared’s way.

The air around Rain-Listening Pavilion lay still.

Lyza crouched atop a side corridor’s tiled roof and slowed her breathing. She had no intention of charging in and tripping someone else’s alarm.

She dropped into the shadow of a cypress and flowed along the courtyard wall, silent as spilled ink.