The chaos of the crowd still echoed behind them, voices clashing, people arguing, and others still struggling to process what they had just witnessed. A man had died, and yet, the one who killed him stood there unbothered, unshaken, and completely in control.
Tiaa, the huntress who had just welcomed Nate into her group, turned her head slightly, looking at him with a calm but authoritative gaze.
"Come. Let's leave this place before more fools decide to test you."
Nate gave a silent nod. He wasn't particularly worried about another challenge, but he also didn't see the point in lingering. The big man was dead. There was nothing left for him here.
So he followed her.
They moved through the narrow, dusty streets, weaving through the remnants of the gathered crowd, passing faces filled with either admiration, fear, or disbelief. The murmur of voices behind them faded the further they walked, but every now and then, Nate could still feel eyes boring into his back.
