Somewhere far away, Mordret was in a similar situation. Of course, he did not possess the physical strength, speed, and resilience of Changing Star of the Immortal Flame clan… however, he did possess his own arsenal of tricks.
'I wonder…'
He had escaped into a section of the city where the ground had been broken by some titanic blow. Shallow water covered the cracked cobblestones, with ruined buildings rising from it like islands. The twilight sky reflected in the water, turning it into a beautiful painting of soft colors.
Mordret was using the reflections to stay ahead of his pursuers.
Countless human figures were surrounding him, their weapons hungry for his blood.
'If I try to possess one of them, what would happen?'
