I was standing on the rooftop right now, watching chaos tear itself loose below. Fires flared, smoke crawled through the hallways, and screams echoed up the walls. How did it come to this?
My plan had been painfully simple.
Wait on the rooftop.
Ambush Adrian when he escaped.
Steal the crystal.
Hand it over to Eldoria's authorities.
And yet—as usual—reality decided to spit in my face.
Rogues had invaded out of nowhere. Adrian had split himself like a cheap magic trick, scattering copies across the entire building. Heroes, guards, and lunatics were chasing different versions in every direction. And now here I was, stuck on the rooftop like an idiot, watching the plan unravel in real time.
"Which Adrian is holding the crystal right now?" I muttered under my breath.
I activated my perception ability to its limit. Movements, heat signatures, mana trails—everything lit up in my vision like a living map.
East side.
