Darren had an alarmed look on his face, and he didn't wait for others as he ran like a missile toward the house Meira was pointing at.
They all followed him, and as everyone's focus was on Darren's running figure, they didn't catch the malice and satisfied look on Meira's face.
She followed behind them, walking beside Mr. Wells with an anxious expression. Mr. Wells wasn't as quick as the ability users because he was already old. Except for a few who were willingly staying behind to keep watch on him, they were quickly left behind.
Darren frowned when he saw the door. It was made of steel. How had Nyra got inside? He ran around the outside of the wide house, trying to find an opening.
There was no door that he could crush easily. Some residents indeed used steel for the door, not wood.
He turned to the window and punched the steel grill. One punch, two punches, and a few more until his hand was a little bloody from blood.
