The day before…
Eidolon traversed the Territory of Flame, his feet leaving no trace in the snow; it was as if he was a spectral phantom wandering aimlessly in the land of pristine white.
Of course, his steps were anything but aimless.
In fact, they were bold and confident, bordering on arrogant.
Eidolon did not bat an eye as a Paladin suddenly walked right through him, his figure rippling silently, but otherwise unharmed. The warrior on guard duty, meanwhile, continued on with their task, completely unaware of Eidolon's presence.
The spectral wraith sneered.
He turned left into an obscure alley, phasing through waste, discarded weapons and clothing alike. Once the back-alley ended and a run-down stone wall greeted him, Eidolon stepped right through it, without a care in the world.
He found himself in an old, dilapidated shop.
