The rhythmic dripping of water echoed off the stone walls of the aqueduct. Bowen pressed his spine against the cold masonry and held his breath.
Heavy footsteps approached from the cobblestone path of Riverwatch Street. A pair of Ashguard guards marched past his hiding spot in the dark. They wore dark grey chainmail and carried heavy steel spears that hummed with faint blue kinetic energy. Bowen clutched the Shadow Cloak Token in his left hand to prevent the ambient light from exposing his silhouette.
The smooth transmission crystal in his pocket vibrated with a sharp aggressive pulse. Bowen winced and pulled the small stone to his mouth.
"Are you at the reservoir yet?" Trent demanded through the magical link. The Valorian king kept his voice low but the panic bleeding through the cryst
