ebookslot Chapter 58: Failure
Chapter 58: Failure
As always, the city of Steadfast stretched out beneath them like a slumbering beast.
It was so late in the night that it was inadvisable to be outside. The lanterns illuminating the streets had burned so low that shadow claimed some of the streets and most of the alleys.
From the rooftops, Ren and Thorn moved like ghosts, their cloaks blending into the night as they moved through the aerial pathways of the city.
This late at night, all that was left outside was the foot patrols of the guards, keeping the King’s peace.
"You sure we’re going the right way?" Ren murmured, crouching beside Thorn as they looked down at the quiet plaza below.
Thorn was focused, his fingers lightly brushing the surface of his blood bound pendant, the imbued object that helped him track the metaphysical trails people left behind.
Today, he’d caught the trail of the second Swordsman that had been at the Fixer’s house. He exhaled, his eyes not moving from whatever he was seeing.
"Trail’s weak up here." He murmured. "The bastard’s actively trying to be sneaky and it’s affecting the trail. We’ll have to go down."
"Fuck." Ren sighed. "I hate having to dodge the street patrols. Very tiring."
Thorn smirked. "You and me both, but this kind of
"After them!" The lead Knight, who was still on the floor, shouted. But by the time they got to their feet and scrambled into the alley, Ren and Thorn were already gone.
Not just gone from the street but gone from the capital.
The night had ended in failure. But they would be back.