A sharp rush of movement cut through the air, one after another, layered and overlapping, until the sound itself became a pattern
swift, controlled, coordinated and within seconds, the space that had only moments ago been a quiet marketplace shifted entirely. Figures began appearing from all sides, dropping down from rooftops, stepping out from adjoining streets, advancing from behind stalls and structures with practiced precision, their formation tightening as they converged on a single point.
Razeal and his group.
There were dozens of them.
Easily forty… or perhaps more.
