Chapter 20: [ Cultist ]
Fae vanished from his side.
The distant sound of metal hitting and deflecting something echoed in the back of his mind.
A woman screamed, while others yelled in the distance.
Eyes, like a trail of dust, opened on Alexander’s body, covering his cloak and hat.
In an instant, those eyes opened, their erratic gaze looking around in a frenzy.
Everyone was in a panic, cars trying to leave while civilians promptly left the area.
One, two, three... Four dungeon runners attacking us?
One of them hid behind the corner of the street, the tip of their bow showing. He could see it through a narrow path in-between cars and signalization.
Another archer was behind a car that was parked further away, on the opposite side of the street, their back against the door while they kept glancing his way.
Meanwhile, what looked like a fighter and tank archetypes approached toward them on the sidewalk, swords out.
An arrow flew toward them, Fae easily deflecting it before glancing at Alexander.