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The shadow’s head tilted slightly at Dante’s laughter, its eyes narrowing in a way that hinted at either consideration or scrutiny. The chest of the form rose and fell with a sharp huff, though no air escaped its lips. "And what exactly is it that you want from me and my talents?" the shadow...

The shadow seemed to breathe, though it required no air. Its chest rose and fell with exasperation, and though it had no eyes, its gaze clearly shifted, watching the younger man's movements, then again to the prism light. And then those eyes that were not there, narrowed. "Well, given how...

The words of a dead language spilled quietly from her lips, the pendant she wore radiating a pleasant warmth against her chest, and her own shadow detached from her feet, slipping away like an ink spill. Evadne watched as it moved with purpose toward the building, disappearing inside with an...

She had indeed found them. Evadne's skills in shadow magic made her an unrivaled tracker, blending seamlessly into the darkness, stalking her targets with the grace and silence of a born predator. She had trailed Rupert effortlessly, watching his demise with cold detachment. From there, she...

A sharp sigh spilled from the redhead's chest and she pinched at the bridge of her nose, tired of the pathetic babbling and god-awful stench of the man currently cowering in her chair. He was useless, and she may have been hungry, but she was far pickier about who she drank from than the...

Evadne's crimson eyes narrowed at the pathetic man's feeble attempts to placate her, his words dripping with desperation like venom from a wounded serpent. The air in the room seemed to thicken with the weight of his fear, suffocating her senses with its cloying presence. "You mistake me," she...

Evadne watched the man's feeble attempt at composure with a mixture of amusement and impatience. The scent of his fear mingled with that of the blood that clung to him. She could practically taste the desperation in the air. Her crimson hair framed her face like a fiery halo as she leaned...

Evadne observed Rupert's hesitant entrance with a detached interest, her hooded gaze lingering on the interplay of nervousness and fascination dancing across his features. The gentle candlelight casting a flickering glow on his roughened features, yet the predatory glint in her eyes remained...

Evadne's russet eyes followed Rupert's every move; the subtle play of emotions across his face, the fumbling retrieval of the letter from beneath his shabby cloak, and how the messenger's unease transformed into a tentative confidence, guided by the soft cadence of her voice. Her cold gaze...

The muted glow of flickering lanterns cast elongated shadows, dancing in tandem with the subtle movements of the hooded woman as she traversed the desolate alleys of Viyantil. Evadne, wrapped in dark robes that clung to her lithe frame, moved with an eerie grace, her steps silent as whispers in...