บท 97: NINETY-SEVEN

As they followed his lead, Yusuf cast a stealth spell on the group. The moment they exited the mansion, their plans for the city began in earnest.

Dressed in sleek, black leather outfits designed for both agility and defense, they moved silently. Each outfit was complemented by a black mask that covered their entire face. Gates' mask bore a single white dot in the center of the forehead, while the others had two dots. This subtle distinction denoted his leadership within the group, ensuring their operations couldn't be traced back to them.

The city sprawled beneath them, a labyrinth of narrow streets and towering spires. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the distant hum of night markets. The moon cast an eerie glow, reflecting off the cobblestone paths and creating long shadows that danced in the alleys. The city was alive with the whispers of its inhabitants, a living entity of secrets and intrigue.