"You harbor zero necessity to dread; her turn shall arrive ultimately, yet should she covet it profoundly, I can haul Gorgona to the vanguard!"
Mel persisted in consuming his soup; he had succeeded in deciphering the anxieties of the shop owners from their visages. When he breached the exterior, the dead-end alley remained tranquil, yet the remainder of the Trade Square was brimming with motion. The sound of the disputes the students executed via elevated voices surged all the way to Mel's ears.
They were conversing regarding the vanishing of Chan and Muk, regarding Deborah failing to abandon her residence, and regarding the Red Claw Academy hosting a multitude of bizarre events across the recent days. Mel paid zero heed to them; he pivoted his trajectory toward a location he had never marched to prior.
