The dim yellow streetlights shone through the window.
On the bedside table rested an oil lamp, with a shadow silently flipping through an ancient book on the history of the Old Duchy of Saint Mark.
Anna accompanied Lu Li, gazing at his profile.
At a certain moment, as Lu Li intently read a passage, an eerily quiet, twisted black shadow extended from Anna's feet, forming a pitch-black silhouette identical to Anna's.
It seemed like the Shadow Thief of Fire had left Anna's feet, squeezing through the narrow crack of the window and out of the room.
Anna continued to keep Lu Li company, as tranquil as if nothing had happened.
...
The silhouette of a girl in a long dress "walked" on the road surface.
It was like someone's shadow, but there was only the illusory silhouette without a real part. When it encountered pedestrians, the shadow would hide in dimly lit areas or blend into other shadows for concealment.
