The darkness in Bakasa's Military Sector felt thicker, as if the shadows themselves possessed a weight capable of crushing the breath from one's lungs. Unlike the clamorous Slum District, this area was a silent labyrinth of steel and granite—the place where Count Alaric stored the "fangs" of his power.
Dayat crept along the shadows of a massive, softly hissing steam pipe. Beside him, Dola moved with a silence impossible for a normal human. Her new blue gown had been modified; she had added a light-absorbent layer to its surface, allowing her to practically dissolve into the total darkness.
"Security status?" Dayat whispered, his voice nearly buried by the distant hum of machinery.
Dola's eyes flickered with a dim blue light. "Three passive Mana sensors ahead have been neutralized via signal loop injection. Guard patrols are in Sector B, 300 meters away. We have a seven-minute window before the next scanning cycle begins."
