The night was alive with a quiet unease, the kind that made the hairs on the back of Jonathan Brightfire's neck stand on end. Nighthaven was never truly silent, not even in the witching hours when the city's pulse slowed to a murmur. The faint hum of distant traffic, the occasional flicker of a dying streetlight, the rustle of trash skittering across the pavement—it all blended into a symphony of urban