Chapter 13
A Cloak's Report
A Cloak, invisible save for its shimmering outline, delivers a cryptic message to Shulk. The message speaks of ancient ruins and a forgotten power stirring beyond the known islands.
The air in Shulk’s private chamber, a space carved from obsidian and infused with the subtle hum of latent power, was thick with anticipation. Not the frantic, cloying sort of anticipation that preceded a skirmish, but a deep, resonant thrum that spoke of secrets unearthed and destinies shifting. Shulk, leader of the Dagger Clan, leaned back in his throne, the cool, unyielding stone a familiar comfort against his form. His gaze, sharp as any blade his clan wielded, was fixed on the space before him.
It was there, suspended in the very fabric of the room, that a faint shimmer began to coalesce. It was the tell-tale sign, the almost imperceptible distortion that marked the presence of a Cloak. These were his clan’s most guarded asset, the unseen eyes and ears that moved through the shadows and the very walls, their existence a whispered myth to the other clans, known only to the Daggers themselves. Even Snake, his second-in-command, a man whose mastery of their arts was legendary, still marveled at their unique abilities.
As the shimmer solidified, it resolved into the outline of a figure, a mere suggestion of form, like heat haze on a summer’s day. Only the cloak itself, a thing of woven moonlight and shadow, seemed to possess any substance, rippling with an ethereal light. The Cloak, as they were all known, bowed, a gesture of respect that was as silent as their passage.
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