Pity Party

They made their way to Isabelle's shop and it felt like this was a normal thing for them now.

Something else is happening.

There were two large men arguing in the city's market. They were going to walk past the market to get to Isabelle's shop and they can't go past it since the crowd forming around the two men were so dense.

"Let's walk around the market," Connor said. "Or go through the roof or something."

"No," Elliot said, closing his eyes for a second. "Let's walk past here."

"Elliot, how are you going to pass this–"

Elliot opened his eyes, the surge of his red mist-like energy bursting from his body that was felt throughout the entire city's center. Everyone in the crowd snapped their heads to Elliot's direction, shivering in fear for the sudden burst of aura.

"Oh, that," Connor pursed his lips. "Now they stopped."

"What are you doing?" A voice spoke from behind them.