One week later,
The night air of Emerald City was sharp, carrying the distant, muffled sounds of sirens and the low hum of hovercars passing ahead.
High above the concrete labyrinth, Jayden stood perched on the edge of a rooftop. He was clad in combat gear, wearing his matte-black tactical suit beneath a dark jacket. But the most striking addition was a mask. It was the Mask of Anansi, an item he had purchased from the System a few days ago.
The mask completely encased his head in a pitch-black, metallic material, etched with intricate silver linings that resembled a geometric web. Where his eyes should be, two narrow slits glowed with a cold, piercing white light. The mask granted a minor boost to his stamina and charm, but its real value was absolute anonymity.
Directly across the street sat a dilapidated warehouse, its corrugated metal walls rusting at the seams.
Jayden focused on the structure, activating Dragon Eye's heat vision.
