The streets coiled again, bending in a way that made Lindarion's stomach turn. Something about the layout of this place was wrong, not chaotic, just… calculated in a language he didn't understand.
Ashwing shifted again in his pocket. Still in lizard form, coiled like a heatless ember.
"Too many eyes," the dragon muttered.
'Let them watch.'
The system wasn't translating much anymore, just flickers at the edges of words, impressions more than understanding. It was enough. He didn't need full sentences to read tension.
The city was pressing in.
Then—
A sound.
Fast. Sharp.
A shadow detached from the corner of a stone arch and stepped into his path.
Another demon. Shorter this time. Slighter build, but with a hunched gait like something used to crawling. Pale grey skin, jaw narrow and angular, teeth too long even behind its lips. Red eyes didn't glow, they burned.
It didn't speak.
Just moved.
Fast.
