(The Next Night, Skyshard City, The Eighth Elder's POV)
The night hung heavy over Skyshard City as the Eighth Elder slipped quietly out through the rear window of a small restaurant bathroom, his cloak drawn tight around his shoulders while he merged into the darkness of the alleys with practiced ease, for although he was an Elder of the Cult, he had long grown accustomed to living like a fugitive within his own homeland, ever since Chaosbringer's relentless watch tightened around all of them.
He moved swiftly and silently through the backstreets, keeping his head lowered and his steps light, avoiding lit paths and circling behind closed shops, relying on memory and instinct more than sight as he made his way toward the designated meeting point, praying that none of Chaosbringer's watchers had taken an interest in his unusual route tonight.
