'Unbelievable. If they could see what I see, they'd be halfway to the next district already.'
The system chimed softly.
[Entity Signature: Clarifying]
[Type: Aberrant – Class Designation: "Hollow Fiend"]
[Projected Combat Rating: ★★★★★★★★★★]
Merlin's jaw tightened. Ten stars. Not the highest thing he'd ever fought, but nasty enough that letting it loose in a city block would be suicide.
He stayed still for another minute, tracking the distortion. The shimmer had grown, warping the brickwork behind it like heat haze.
[Gate Distortion Intensity: 39%]
[Time Remaining: 00:31:04]
He adjusted his cloak, then crossed the street. A vendor shouted something about "freshest peaches this side of the river" but Merlin didn't slow. The less attention on him, the better.
The alley nearest the epicenter smelled like wet stone and dust. He ducked inside, letting the shadows swallow him.
[Observer – Present within 100m radius]
[Line of Sight: Unknown]
'Figures. He's probably here too.'
