Dark and damp, as if forever trapped in that moment just before dusk when rain is about to fall.
A confused, dim yellow light flickered from the lamps nearby, casting a strange, eerie glow on the weathered, peeling signs of the alley's shops.
The atmosphere brewed with an unsettling sense of dread.
The adventurer team stepped carefully over the puddles lining the roadside, scrutinizing every subtle clue of something being off in the alley.
As they moved forward, their coordinated teamwork and individual skills were on full display.
The figure of the stealthy assassin would vanish now and then from Yu Sheng’s sight, as if melting into the shadows cast by the buildings, then suddenly darting out from some obscure corner near a house like a phantom, elusive and ghostlike.
The wandering mage summoned a floating, pale blue eye that hovered in the air, scanning constantly the narrow path behind the group.
The swordsman walked at the very front of the team, keeping watch for any early formation of hostile entities in the alley—this might be unlikely, but in foreign lands unknown disruptions sometimes occurred, so the possibility of sudden danger was never zero.