The instant the white mist dispersed from the Gish Cloak, Renato reappeared on the abandoned warehouse's roof.
Misty Step had carried him another thirty feet. A night breeze swept in from the sea, sending the hem of his cloak snapping behind him.
The rotten wood beneath his feet creaked faintly under his weight and felt unsteady. Renato quickly regained his balance and surveyed the warehouse's surroundings from above.
Dark clouds obscured the moonlight, but the Swordsman's vision remained unhindered. His powerful night vision brought the entire area into view.
Everything remained clear, though only shades of black, white, and gray remained, resolving into layers of varying depth in his eyes.
Distant roof ridges, nearby low walls, reflections in puddles on the ground...
The entire assault had taken barely ten seconds from beginning to end, and all the fighting had taken place indoors, so the warehouse's surroundings looked unchanged.
The front door remained shut. The two oil lamps in the lean-to along the side still flickered. Wooden crates and torn fishing nets blocked the rear entrance, almost exactly as he had seen them on his arrival.
Renato's gaze swept past the warehouse's front door, followed the lean-to, low wall, and abandoned fish market, then finally stopped at an alley corner diagonally opposite.
Several wooden crates had originally been piled there, but now they lay shattered, splinters scattered across the surrounding gravel as though something had smashed them from above.
A few broken boards had flown particularly far, embedding themselves at an angle in the wet mud nearby. Fresh blood stained their edges.
Finding no sign of the Necromancy Mage, Renato withdrew his gaze and leaped down from the warehouse roof.
Clad in Mountain's Embrace, the Swordsman landed with a dull thud. He bent his knees to absorb the impact, then straightened