There was a subtle tension in the air. Maybe it was the smell of smoke, the dust covering the sky, or maybe it was because of who they were searching for, but even the blackguards were on edge.
There was a group, their faces grim and their postures rigid, hands at the hilts of their weapons, fingers on strings and triggers, that had been searching for Erik Romano for hours.
But no matter how much they combed through the rubble and the destruction, they couldn't find him.
"The fact this fucker can shapeshift is a fucking bother," said a man. On his chest, there was a strap depicting Miciselen's flag.
"Damn, I wish you guys gave me shapeshifting brain crystal power, too." He said while looking at the blackguards.
They didn't show emotions at the man's remark, but not because they felt nothing, but because their masks prevented anyone from seeing them.
