Garcia Coleman quickly bobbed his head. "Got it, Senior Leaders. I'll track down Mason Raymond immediately."
The officials said nothing more. They melted back into the shadows and vanished.
Even in their silence, Garcia could sense their disappointment.
Their regret over losing Mabel Sean.
...
At the same time, somewhere else.
I was racing toward the location the Pavilion Master had given me.
I kept my energy locked down tight as I moved, terrified someone might notice me.
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Paul Randall had tucked himself away in a hidden corner, feeling the shifts in the world as he tried to break back into the Martial Saint Realm.
Deep in the woods sat a plain farmhouse.
Someone had built a small yard there, filled with chickens, ducks, and geese. It looked exactly like any other country home.
Paul sat with his legs crossed, eyes barely open, sensing the thin spiritual energy in the air.
His eyes snapped open suddenly.
He looked sideways. "You're here. Might as well come out."
