Just like the last time, the team waited until the sky was bright with the sun before they moved.
Soren's mind was focused.
Again, they left when the festivities had began.
The massive mariachi band struck up a blaring, brassy tune, accompanied by the rhythmic stomp-clack of dancers in tiered, colorful skirts.
The swirling fabric created a kaleidoscopic blur of motion.
Soren and his group used this as cover from the white robed men.
They followed the same path he did the last time.
Even better, he was familiar with the way.
And like the first time, a figure brushed past him.
The last time, he had been too focused on saving Sophia and his guilt for letting her feel his pain after healing, that he did not take much notice.
But now, it was different. His goal was noy saving Sophia but stopping the monster underneath the town.
His Blackfield spread in a wide radius anout his body.
Soren had been using Blackfield for a very long time.
