Chapter 247: The Circle’s Ambitions
The street was silent, save for the gentle whistle of the early morning breeze. Helron stood across from us, hands folded loosely behind his back. His group hung back on his orders, though they remained coiled tightly like springs, ready to leap into action at the simplest provocation.
A glimmer of light caught my eye, and I glanced up, finding Rasce’s familiar, cloaked form hovering on the edge of a nearby rooftop. On the other side of the street, I could make out Dyson’s soul glittering in the alley shadows. His silhouette wavered unsteadily, blurred by some magical technique, invisible even to my demonkin eyes
"Start talking," Sorrin growled, ears twitching in agitation.
Helron spread his arms, exposing himself. "One on the roof and another in the shadows, along with whatever’s left of the Dawn Blades inside. Had we come to fight, I’m not even sure I’d make it out unscathed. Especially with whatever tricks this one’s got up her sleeve," he said, giving me a wink.
"I’m not surprised you noticed them," Sorrin said, "but that hardly counts as an explanation."
"I’ve brought the guild’s management and upper echelon with me. While I believe we are free of whatever vile curse this damned Circle inflicted upon us, I thought it in our best interest to have some guarantees. I believe the girl can put our fears to rest?"
Sorrin glanced at me and Tana. At Tana’s encouraging smile, I stepped forward, Fable at my side. Helron’s eyes fell on the wolf, glistening with curiosity, but they quickly flicked to my face as I took a short breath.
"You’re free. I can see lingering remnants of the curse on you, as well as them, and the one in the back," I said softly, gesturing to several of the guild members behind the guild leader.
"Marvelous," he murmured to himself. Then, raising his voice, said, "In that case, how about we take this inside? It seems we have much to discuss."