Chapter 21.1

There was something about bounding across the rooftops in the crisp canyon air that lent some excitement to Soren’s chase of the mysterious figure. A thumping anticipation of what he could be chasing, why something would even be making its way across these rooftops at this time of night, in a city like this. His unawareness of the goings ons in the city, his lack of knowledge of any ongoing events in the leadup to the festival keeping the city so enthralled.

It only made Soren want to know more.

And it was the sudden, piercing scream that encouraged the Freelancer to pick up the pace, spotting his quarry dipping into one of the lower streets, and Soren remained right on their tail. And as Soren landed, he took stock of what he could see in the brief moment a flash entered his vision.

A weapon descending, a fleeing body trying to get away.