Concealed inside of my cloak, I peered out through the narrow holes in my mask. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark, and dimly perceived an orb, positioned above a stand. Lustrous webs encircled the sphere, and the distinctive hum of magic occupied the air. I noticed intricate engravings carved its sleek surface. As my eyes struggled to decipher the ancient text, they slowly shifted.

Following the procedure in the Manual, I glanced around the room before preparing to snatch the artifact, an Egg. With the moonlight shining down through the open ceiling, walls towered around me, casting a sinister shadow. Silver bars reinforced the walls, and I knew that the stone walls were made of obsidian. It absorbed the moonlight, and was almost invisible; it was a sea of black, blending in with the night. On the far side of the room, the symbol of a wolf dominated the wall. As this drew my attention, I also discovered that a narrow slit on the wall didn’t cast a shadow.

Ever since I was 10, I had been selected as a Hunter, to aid the resistance against the corrupt government. Finally, after 2 years of training, I had been assigned my first mission. Through my training, I had learned to detect illusions, and the wall was certainly an illusion.

In the distance, I heard the screech of talons scraping against obsidian – a Silver Penguin was patrolling the Treasury. Creeping across the room, I dove down and rolled myself up in my cloak, hidden in the shadows. The lone wolf outside ceased it’s howl as I felt a gust of frigid wind enter the chamber, and felt a chilly prickle as it scanned around. A moment later, when I was bombarded with a blast of scorching air, I tentatively peeked out. Wisps of fog engulfed the chamber, and it was pitch black. In one smooth motion, I jumped up, drew my sword, and the scratch of metal cut through the silence in the night.