Night fell over the city, and Kael stepped onto the rooftop again, key in hand, his pulse still synced with the anomaly. Neon lights reflected off puddles of rain, the city alive with whispers of its hidden magic. Something moved in the shadows—figures too fast, too silent, gliding along rooftops.
Kael's instincts screamed at him. He had always felt the energy of the city, the hidden currents of power beneath its surface—but tonight, he saw them. Beings born of myth, creatures that should not exist, prowling the edges of human perception.
A shadow leapt between buildings, eyes glowing faintly. Kael's pulse quickened. Are they here because of me? he wondered. The key pulsed violently. It wasn't just a tool—it was a beacon.
A whisper drifted through the wind: "You are not alone." Kael's gaze swept the skyline. The city below teemed with life, yet something ancient, something powerful, was moving in parallel, invisible yet real.