Adrian hurried towards the bustling crowd near the settlement's entrance. The crowd provided him with the perfect cover to slip away unnoticed. However, his heart flipped as he approached the gate.
'So, it was them after all,' Adrian thought when his eyes fell on Vincent and the rest of his former teammates.
They had their backs turned towards him, but Adrian knew it was them. He could have mistaken the rest, but there was no mistaking the sword Vincent used, as it was the only moon-blade that existed in the entirety of Nexaria.
"Just keep walking," Adrian murmured, his gaze fixed on the ground. "They won't recognise you, not with this face. Besides, you're dead to them. They can't be here for you..."
Repeating those words of confidence in his head, Adrian quickly walked past his team while they chatted with one of the tribals.