135 The Rats pt. 1

(A few moments before the rumbling)

Lukas tilted his head towards the west, having to hear something sharp within those parts. The moon was of a beautiful shade of silver with a slight accent of blue, the brightest it could get. It cast a haunting glow over the trees, then to the flowers on the garden, and revealed what was hiding in the shadows.

Three cloaked figures were swiftly running through the side walls, not even a sound of footsteps can be heard. Well, for normal ears, but to Lukas, it sounded loud enough for him to immediately notice it. The scrunching of shoes against the bricks, turning microscopic rocks to dusts.

Two other figures were on top of the trees, following the three people with their watchful eyes, not letting them out of their sights and relaying the information at the same time to one other person.