One didn't needed much to realize that there was something going on the town... The rumors and the overall atmosphere was enough for one to see that something was wrong. Despite that, nothing had happened with Jandar, Dareen or Fatima, and their disguises were still fine. Until Fatima suddenly walked off to a dark alley. Such sudden deviation from their normal path would not only certainly be noted by anyone watching them but the particulars alley Fatima entered was far too dirty and unwelcoming for anyone who was supposed to be in the upper classes to even consider going. The most alarming thing about that though was the feeling that Mikhail had when looking to the alley... A feeling that was rare for him to feel... A power darker than his own, by a noticeable margin. Every part of Mikhail's body screamed for him to be extra careful. Such opponent wasn't someone he could hope to win if they met face to face...
Even though Mikhail's disguise was more suited for going in such places, after feeling that power, he was put on maximum alert. Moving like a shadow, Mikhail activated his sight shield and went after Fatima. He knew that he couldn't trust even in his own sight shield if he ever met face to face against such an opponent and thus, he used every and any technique he had, being nothing but a shadow, even if someone were able to pierce his sight shield, he would have a hard time finding him immediately.
Mikhail did notice how Jandar tried to minimize the damage done to their disguises due to Fatima having walked to that alley, but their movements were most certainly already noticed. If they ever met whoever was responsible for such dark power, they might have to throw their disguises away instantly if they had to survive... Both him and Dareen knew the gravity of the situation, judging by how they were moving themselves. Fatima's wanderings soon took them outside an old, decrepit bookstore, going in soon after. Unable to go in without making his presence painfully obvious, Mikhail sat down, hugging his own legs in the corner of the alley, next to a trash bin, using the ragged cloak to hide his face and his body. To anyone who looked, he was just a poor beggar, but Mikhail himself was incredibly aware and cautious of what was going on inside the bookstore, ready to move if anything seemed to be slightly wrong.