Theron walked forward slowly, every one of his steps as light as a feather.
This time, he wasn't caught unprepared. The moment he walked through the threshold of the city, his eyes had seen the movement of the runes and sigils.
They knew he was here.
In truth, while he wasn't expecting this exactly, it was fine by him. He also imagined that this was how they had known he had entered Venlow City as well.
Whatever happened this time didn't quite matter, though.
By now it should have been obvious, but the more he fought, the more he pushed himself, the stronger he became.
If he wouldn't have any bottlenecks from now until the Quasi King Realm…
Why should he take every step slowly and steadily?
The blaring sirens faded into being for Theron as though he had phased them out earlier.
