Ethan stepped out of the modest cottage into the cool, damp air of the late afternoon. The two massive silk bags containing his newly acquired fortune were no longer hanging from his belt; with a simple, untraceable thought, he had shifted them directly into the secure folds of his personal spatial space.
As he walked down the dirt pathways of the residential district, he noticed the immediate shift in the environment. Heads turned from window frames, and local residents whispering behind broken fences quickly averted their eyes the moment his gaze drifted in their direction. The news of the alleyway massacre had already spread through the district like wildfire.
This was exactly the reaction Ethan had intended to provoke.
