Lilith held his gaze for a moment, and her expression did the thing it did when she had completed an evaluation and arrived at a position she found unsatisfying and had decided to hold anyway.
She looked back at the kingdom.
Kaida Lunereth was standing in the middle of the large, hollow room in the water processing plant, with the steady, mechanical rumble of heavy equipment and the never-ending, rushing sound of processed water coursing through enormous pipes all around her.
The ambient noise was deafening, a cacophony of liquid pressure and metallic vibration that should have been her safe haven. For a concealment class specialist, this was a playground of interference, a place where signatures could be drowned in a sea of white noise.
But the marking was a parasite that didn't care about the noise. It was a constant, pulsing frequency that sat on her soul, screaming her location to anyone with the eyes to see it.
