The warehouse district of Umbral's lower levels was a maze of forgotten industry.
Dante led his team through passages that hadn't seen maintenance in decades, the bioluminescent lighting here flickering and unstable compared to the polished glow of the upper districts. This was where Umbral hid its secrets, the places that recording magic supposedly didn't reach, where deals happened that the three Houses pretended not to know about.
"Target warehouse is ahead," Vex reported through their communication crystals, his position somewhere above them providing overwatch. "I count six guards visible, probably more inside. Armed but relaxed, they're not expecting trouble tonight."
"Adrian's people?"
"No sign of them. Either they're not here yet, or they're better at hiding than I am at finding."
Dante doubted the second option. Vex had been doing this too long to miss obvious surveillance positions.
