The Arclight Estate slept.
Draven moved through the third-floor corridor like a ghost. Twilight mana wrapped around him—not invisibility, but perception manipulation. Anyone who looked his way would find their gaze sliding off, their attention pulled elsewhere.
One of many useful tricks the Abyss Core had taught him.
[Stealth Mode active. Detection chance: 2%.]
[Current guards in wing: 4. All Marcus's personal security.]
*Positions?*
[Two at the main stairwell. One patrolling the east corridor. One stationed outside Marcus's study.]
Draven reached the corner, pressed against the wall. Peeked around.
Guard number four stood outside Marcus's study door. Hand on sword hilt. Alert but bored—midnight shift, nothing ever happened.
About to change.
Draven pulled a sleep powder vial from his pocket. Alchemical mixture Lyra had made him. Concentrated dreamroot and wolfsbane extract. Odorless, tasteless, fast-acting.
