Bruce blurred through the streets, his feet pounding faster than sound. Cars, mana-drawn carriages, pedestrians, all of them passed by like frozen silhouettes as he weaved through with predatory precision.
A breath later, he was in front of his house.
'Silent. Too silent.' He frowned
Not the destruction he expected, but it seemed to be something worse.
He stretched his senses. Seven life forces inside. Three familiar: Lucy, Lily, Ash. And four unfamiliar signatures.
No imminent threat to his family, but tension. Pressure. Anger simmering beneath calm voices.
So Vaelith was not talking about blades and poison this time.
This was another kind of attack.
Bruce took a slow breath and walked toward the door.
