Aman frowned, his senses stretched to their limits.
Nothing.
No strange auras, no flickers of abnormal movement—just the chaos of battle and the panicked shouts of guards.
Which means the assassin is probably still right here. Watching me.
His jaw tightened. If he wanted to draw them out, he'd have to make himself vulnerable without letting them know about his intentions. So, he just needs to continue his act.
Urgh. Is this what they mean by digging your own grave?
With that grim thought, he slipped away from the walls, moving swiftly through the shadows of the alleyways. A small smirk tugged at his lips.
Well, I may not have a hockey mask, but I've got something just as good.
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Meanwhile, the younger guard, the impostor, watched as Aman disappeared into the maze of alleys.
A slow, predatory smile spread across his face.
