Sebastian's illusions spread through the city like a swarm of ghostly flies. He didn't know where the horde of mostly Thornjaw Strikers had gone while they were being chased by the Spectral Stalker, but he guessed some of them must have still been in the area, especially those that had broken off to chase him earlier.
Riding Fluffy like a maniac, Sebastian couldn't stop laughing at how ridiculous it all was.
"You know, Fluffy," he said to his undead mount, "I'm almost flattered. Even when chased by a monster that could eat them for breakfast, these scaly idiots still decided I was the tastier snack. Talk about commitment to the chase!"
One of Sebastian's illusions darted down an alley, most of the time going through walls just to see if there was something in the places nearby.
The illusion searched every corner, but it found nothing—only shadows projected by the moonlight, broken crates, crumpled papers, and collapsed walls.
