There were no obvious guards at the entrance.
No visible patrols circling it.
But that alone made it more dangerous.
Its perception spread outward carefully, brushing against the air, feeling for disturbances, for hidden watchers, for anything that didn't belong.
Nothing obvious.
That didn't mean safe.
Nyxveil circled the building slowly, never stepping into direct light, always staying within the darkest angles, observing every window, every seam in the walls, every slight gap in the structure.
Time passed.
Then it found it.
A narrow opening near the back, where the wall met a slightly raised foundation, just enough space for something without form to slip through.
Nyxveil didn't hesitate.
Its body thinned, stretching into a narrow strand of shadow before sliding into the gap, passing through stone like smoke slipping between fingers.
Inside, the air changed. Quiet and heavy.
The kind of stillness that came from someone who didn't need to move to dominate a space.
