Rymann Bandolen could already see the City of Repose in the distance. Today, nothing unusual happened with the cardinal seals, there were no more fragments of the black orb, and the manifestations of the abominations were not as apparent as before.
'Humph, it seems the cat and mouse game has already begun. Let's see how long you can keep hidden from me.' Rymann Bandolen thought to himself as he flew over the southern district and headed home.
In the early evening, as he landed in front of his humble home, Bandolen extended his hand and effortlessly opened the decrepit front door. The roles seemed to have reversed, as in the main room, Kizaer was sitting as comfortably as he could be due to his broken leg, meditating with his eyes closed, completely focused on the mantra of the Violent Deity technique.
