Makazhar City never truly sleeps.
Even when the lights of the skyscrapers begin to dim and the main streets slowly grow quiet, something else starts to move.
Something that never appears in police reports, never shows up on the news, and is never discussed in the city government's meeting rooms.
A thin, nearly invisible energy drifts through the night air like mist.
Some people might only feel a sudden chill.
Others get the strange sensation that someone is watching them.
But only a handful truly know what is really happening.
Beneath the night sky, a young man dressed in black moved like a living shadow—slipping between towering buildings, narrow alleys, gaps between trees, even the tightest corridors.
His blood-red eyes scanned every inch of the territory he passed. Fast—yet not a single detail escaped his notice.
Al.
Tonight, he was overseeing the patrol zones assigned to him and his forces.
