The sky above Valtheris was darkening, tinged with purple and black, as the moon began to rise. On the rooftops, moving like a shadow through the shadows, Inquisitor Orchid Veyra watched with her bright pink eyes, cold and piercing, the abandoned market where a group of fugitives trafficked forbidden grimoires. Her tight black leather outfit, marked with the symbols of the Inquisition, blended into the night. The hood hid her face, except for the metal face mask engraved with sacred runes and those eyes that shone like gems in the darkness. Her silver hair, long and combed to one side, fell over her shoulder like a waterfall of silver.

Orchid felt no compassion or doubt. She was a cold, ruthless and skilled woman, a hunter who did not fail. She extended her hand, and from the back of it emerged her gleaming blade, a sharp blade forged with ancient magic. The shadows around her swirled, enveloping her in a cloak of darkness that made her invisible to the eyes of her prey.

"By the light and the law," she whispered, her voice as icy as her gaze. In one fluid movement, she launched herself from the rooftop, the shadows following her like faithful allies. The hunt was on, and the fugitives would be shown no mercy.