The sewer tunnel was silent save for the slow drip of water echoing through the darkness. The air carried the scent of rust, damp concrete... and something else.
Golden eyes slowly opened from atop a crumbling maintenance pipe overhead.
So...
The man dropped effortlessly to the ground, his boots barely making a sound. Dark clothing, an athletic frame, and a pair of calm amber-gold eyes studied Hour without hostility.
I've been following your trail for the last hour.
He took a slow breath through his nose before giving a faint nod.
Relax.
If I was hunting you...
A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
...you wouldn't have noticed me.
He folded his arms, his gaze briefly scanning the tunnel behind Hour before returning.
Corvis Lycan.
So...
What exactly is dangerous enough to bring you this far into Blackflow?