บท 47: Shadows Slink into Graaswell
Darktraitor's obsidian eyes glinted like stolen emeralds under the canopy of twilight. "Stealth, Shadowscales," he rasped, his voice a whisper slithering through the leaves. "Graaswell sleeps, unaware of the storm brewing in its gilded heart."
We, his pack of reptilian renegades, moved through the moonless night like whispers against stone. Scales rustled against leaves, claws sunk into damp earth, each step measured, each breath muffled. This was no stroll through a sun-dappled meadow; this was a hunt, the prize – Jikirukuto, the city's gilded hero, ripe for the plucking.
Some among us, eyes ablaze with ambition, devoured Darktraitor's whispered plans like starved vipers. They discussed tactics, plotted escape routes, their voices low murmurs in the darkness. They saw this mission, this snatching of the golden goose, as their chance to slither up the ranks, fangs bared and ambition unfurled.
Then there was Vex. Vex, who slouched against a mossy boulder like a lizard basking in a rare patch of sunlight. Vex, whose scales seemed dull under the moonlight, his eyes half-lidded, as if the entire heist were just another yawn-inducing chore. He cracked jokes, sharp and sardonic, that scraped against the tense whispers like claws on stone.
"Jikirukuto," he drawled, a smirk playing on his reptilian lips, "the 'hero' whose greatest feat is slaying beetles in his rose garden. What if he falls apart like overripe fruit when we give him a little squeeze?"
His words landed like pebbles in a viper's pit. One Shadowscale, scales bristling, hissed, "This is no laughing matter, Vex. This is Darktraitor's masterstroke, a chance to cripple Graaswell's heart! We must be sharp as serpents, silent as shadows!"
Vex merely shrugged, a shrug that echoed in the hushed air. "Relax, scales. Darktraitor has a plan, elaborate as a spider's web. We just follow the threads, and Jikirukuto will be ours for the… what was it again, Darktraitor? A little 'magic thing'?"
A flicker of annoyance crossed Darktraitor's face. "Enough," he hissed, his voice a whip snapping taut. The whispers ceased, tension crackling in the air like heat lightning. He met Vex's gaze, an unspoken challenge passing between them.
"Vex," he rasped, "explain your part in this dance, this symphony of chaos. Make it short, make it clear, and make it convincing."
Vex uncrossed his arms, a slow, sinuous movement. "Simple, Darktraitor. We create a scene, a distraction so juicy it'll lure Jikirukuto out of his gilded nest. Then, you work your magic, whatever that might be, and while he's tripping over his own confusion, we snatch him and slither back into the night."
Darktraitor stared at him, his expression unreadable. Then, a slow smile stretched across his face, cold and calculating. "Do it, Vex. But fail, and the pit will have a new resident."
The air thrummed with anticipation. The Shadowscales around me, once focused on meticulous plans, now wore grins as sharp as their claws. The hunt had begun, and Vex, the unpredictable viper in our midst, held the first stone in a game of chaos about to unfold.
But as we melted into the shadows on the outskirts of Graaswell, a prickle of unease crawled down my spine. What was Darktraitor's "magic thing," and what secrets did Vex hold behind his lazy smile? This heist, I feared, was about to become far more intricate, far more dangerous, than any of us had anticipated.
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