"The Cat on the Roof, the Dreameater beneath the High Tower."
As night descended and the somber black clouds yielded to the pervasive darkness, the resolute full moon bestowed its final glimmer upon the sinuous contours of the half-feline woman.With a demeanor both icy and graceful, the assassin ascended to the rooftop, her movements fluid and precise as she traversed the rooftops of the diverse wooden structures below. In less than a quarter-hour, she effortlessly navigated through the maze of buildings, each step a testament to her skill and agility. Hegeral sprawled before her, its expanse vast and unfathomable, a city of intricate secrets and hidden depths that she had only begun to explore.Stealthily evading the guards who lingered in the shadows, she scaled the inner walls of the city, her feline-like feet deftly finding purchase on the aged stones and weathered bricks of the rooftops.Her gaze fixed upon a looming three-story structure constructed of rich red bricks, a beacon of anticipation amidst the darkness. A smile, equal parts eager and ominous, graced the lips of the female assassin as she contemplated the impending confrontation, her heart pulsing with a mix of determination and adrenaline-fueled excitement.That was the home of the newly ennobled Pilock in Hegeral, who, not long after dispatching the previous owners of the grand mansion and driving away the widow Baroness Lena and her daughter Adelle, eagerly moved in. It must be admitted, he had d
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