The roof was high enough to keep him distanced from the constant flow of the streets, but not so isolated as to obscure what truly mattered. Damon stood near the edge, his body motionless, his eyes fixed on the building across the narrow street.
There was no visible tension in him, no apparent impatience, but there was focus. A cold, direct focus that wasn't distracted by the movement around him.
Below, the neighborhood continued its usual rhythm, people coming and going, businesses operating, guards passing by at irregular intervals.
To any ordinary observer, it was just another active point in the city.
To him, it was a possible core of something that needed to be removed.
Ester was a few steps behind, leaning against the base of a stone structure, her arms crossed as she also observed the place, but differently. Where Damon saw targets, she saw patterns.
Entrances, exits, frequency of movement, small inconsistencies. Her gaze was no less attentive, just more focused.
