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Shiva forcibly opened his eyes, trying to adapt to the sudden brightness. He slowly sat up, separating the dense dream from reality, but the shocking feeling continued to spread slowly, like ripples caused by a drop of water on the surface of a lake, gradually expanding outward. The moon hung high in the sky, its light seemed particularly dazzling, illuminating the night as if it were day.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The breeze in his ears seemed to carry the shouts of the battlefield and the sound of metal collisions, the great battle in his dream still vivid in his mind. He touched his chest, feeling his heart beating very fast, as if it wanted to leap out of his chest.
He stood up and walked to the window, trying to let the cold night breeze take away the lingering emotions. He looked at the city in the night, with scattered lights that looked like stars fallen from the sky. But he knew that in this city, many people were still awake, just like him at the moment, perhaps troubled by nightmares, perhaps oppressed by reality.
He tried to shake off the images from the dream, but the battle between Garna and Arjuna and the deep prophetic voice were hard to forget. He didn't know if the dream held any meaning, but he was certain that the messages in the dream were related to his mission; he just didn't know the answers yet.
He thought again of the phrase "death will follow like a shadow," and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. But Shiva understood that his mission had only just begun, and he couldn't be trapped by this kind of fear.
Shiva quickly packed the necessary items into a small leather bag. He chose a dagger, the blade specially treated to dull the shine, so it wouldn't reflect light even in moonlight. In addition, he also took some smoke bombs and poison, just in case.
He put on a set of black assassin's gear, made of lightweight yet durable material, providing optimal protection and concealment at night. He tied the headscarf tightly, revealing only his eyes, and secured the leather pouch around his waist.
Slowly pushing open the door, the corridor was empty, with only faint light from the wall lamps. He leaned against the wall, walking cautiously, ensuring each step was light and silent. Looking through the window, he saw the soldiers of Agastya on the street, appearing very vigilant, searching for any suspicious individuals or items. Torches in their hands swayed back and forth, creating a flickering pattern of light and shadow.
Shiva knew that the curfew made nighttime movements more difficult, but he also understood that he had to break through this barrier in order to find the master. He climbed through the window and entered the Patalliro City at night.
Under the moonlight, Patalliro City appeared like a dreamy painting, with towering towers and ancient buildings intertwined, blending into the sky. The night wind carried a hint of coolness as it swept through every corner.
Shiva shuttles across the rooftops of the city, with each of his movements resembling a carefully choreographed dance. He gracefully steps onto the roof of a building, then leaps like a falcon, effortlessly covering tens of meters in an instant, landing on the top of another structure.
Beneath his feet, the city streets and alleys are illuminated by dim lights, occasionally revealing the torches carried by patrolling soldiers. But for Shiva, it all seems to be within his control. He skillfully utilizes the roof tiles, outdoor scaffolding, and windows on the walls to move swiftly. With each leap, he seems to be playing a game with gravity, challenging its limits.
He sometimes glides on the eaves, sometimes holds onto protruding statues or stone pillars, spinning his body and leaping in another direction. The wind tightly presses against his face, his clothes dancing in the air with each jump and turn.
In this extreme high-speed movement, Shiva's senses are heightened many times over. He can hear every sound below, every breath, and even every drop of dew. His vision also becomes incredibly sharp, with every building and every shadow flashing past in his line of sight.
On a dark and windy night, the figure of Shiva rolled and leaped in the sky of Patalliro City, like a ghost of the night. Every move of his was silent, gliding through every rooftop and every shadow like a phantom. In the moonlight, he seemed to be a part of the night, seamlessly blending with the darkness, becoming a part of the night.
His black robe floated in the night sky, at times spreading out like the wings of a bat, and at other times clinging tightly to his body, allowing him to move freely through narrow spaces. His movements were agile and smooth, leaving no trace with each step on the rooftops, like a shooting star in the night sky, flashing by.
When he approached, only a light breeze and a faint floral scent followed closely behind, as if even the wind had been tamed by him and dared not howl loudly. His figure flickered in the night, making it difficult for those tracking him to catch him, adding to their frustration. Soon, Shiva arrived near the Brahmin Temple.
In the quiet of the late night, the golden roof of the Brahmin Temple shimmered in the moonlight, as if it were a guiding light for Shiva to move forward. However, the brilliant temple was surrounded by a dense network of guards. Soldiers took turns standing guard and patrolling, their bright torches swinging in their hands, occasionally illuminating an area, making it difficult for Shiva to conceal his figure.
Standing on the roof of a four-story brick house, Shiva carefully observed every detail. He noticed a bamboo forest at the northwest corner of the temple, with relatively few guards and the torchlight not fully illuminating every corner. He speculated that it might be a weak point.
Additionally, he found a small pond to the south of the temple, with some lotus leaves floating on the water, creating a tranquil scene. He guessed that there might be a water supply tunnel on the other side of the pond, possibly serving as a covert entry route.
He knew that every choice carried risks, but he had to make a decision in the shortest time possible, find the most suitable path, and avoid the guards' sight as much as possible to successfully infiltrate the Brahmin Temple.
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