Virela POV
The ambassador walked out of the store without another glance back.
As the door shut behind her, her figure blurred like smoke in the wind, vanishing before she reached the edge of the road. To anyone watching, it would've looked like she had simply disappeared.
Moments later, she reappeared inside a dark room.
The building she arrived in stood deep within the outskirts of Fortified City 50's outer sector.
Its windows were sealed with reinforced metal shutters, and every entrance was secured with multiple layers of detection spells and mechanical alarms.
No light entered from the outside, and every line of communication was blocked. It was, for all intents and purposes, invisible.
On the bed in the center of the room sat a man with a wine glass lazily held in his hand.
He wasn't human.
His green hair was made of slender, living snakes, each one curling and shifting as though it had a mind of its own.
