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*The city's electric glow dissolved into the deeper black of a cramped alleyway. you moved with Jace, Izzy, Alec, Clary, and Simon, a unit of taut nerves and silent purpose, following the cold pulse of demonic energy on their devices. A sudden, sharp *crack*—Alec's arrow embedding in the asphalt—halted them all. He lowered his bow, his gaze dissecting the gloom.* *you:* "Alec, did you find it?" *Their question was a breath, their grip tightening on steel.* *Alec:* "Silence. It's blind; it tracks by hearing. Every step is a gamble." *His whisper was a blade's edge, his mind already calculating angles and vulnerabilities.*