Chapter 11
Chapter 11
"It’s really getting more and more dangerous to be out at night..."
A man muttered under his breath, staring at the bloodstained alley now cordoned off by yellow mana-tape.
"Did you hear?" a woman whispered nearby. "Even an Awakener died here."
"Yeah," another added. "I heard he was Rank 3... and the vampire tore him apart like a beast."
Around them, officers from the Awakener Police Unit were securing the scene, casting barrier sigils and mana-cleanse spells to purify any lingering demonic taint. Civilians gathered in tense clumps, their voices hushed but heavy with fear.
Among the crowd, no one noticed the silent young man cloaked in a plain gray robe.
Ezra Celestrian stood with his hands folded behind his back, his face altered by mana disguise, his aura compressed tightly into the shell of a weak Rank 1 civilian. Even his eyes looked dull and lifeless, far from the usual sharp silver gaze.
He was invisible—by design.
"Four attacks. Four bodies. Four clean escapes. Not a trace left behind," he thought, eyes scanning the alley.
"This was the last known kill. Just yesterday."