Fani had just finished casting a minor spell upon the sleeping Clarista—a delicate enchantment designed to ensure the girl wouldn't awaken for several hours.
She didn't forget to make her drink the potion Al had prepared either; a concoction meant to lessen the side effects of the strain that magic could inflict upon an ordinary human body.
Once that was done, Fani quietly slipped out through the narrow air vent. Her body shimmered, dissolving into a thick blood mist—her trademark transformation, known only to a few. Silent. Invisible. A living vapor that carried no sound, no scent, and no trace of her presence.
She drifted through the cool night air, gliding above the construction site that sprawled beneath the moonlight. From the shadows above, she observed, guarding the area like a phantom shield for Al—ready to intercept any intruder bold enough to approach.
