Malignant shadows had overtaken several sections of the city.
They moved with a rudimentary level of intelligence, sweeping through the residential areas with murderous intentions.
Also, parts of the city were... ablaze.
Why?
Hmph.
Of course, they would be ablaze.
Cities caught fire in chaos. That's just what they did.
It was so peculiar, realizing the prevalence of so many inflammatory *things* he'd never considered prior.
Tycondrius dispelled his ⌈Flight⌋ Spell. Landing and rolling on a flat rooftop, he established a new pace, using his ⌈Tumble⌋ Skill.
It was less conspicuous to travel just above the streets, burning so obligatorily below.
He activated the artifice on his ear.
"Starfury, this is Godslayer. What's your status?"
["West Gate is fine, Tycon,"] Natalya responded. ["Don't come over."]
