Trubin had vanished as if he were nothing more than a ghost, leaving only the scent of ozone and the cold touch of death behind. Raze stood in the center of the courtyard, his blade still humming with residual Dark Magic, but the heavy, oppressive presence that had been suffocating the area was gone.
He didn't need to see the man to know he had retreated. Trubin was a predator of the highest order; he didn't stay to gloat once his mission was complete. He had struck his blow, dismantled the gathering, and slipped back into the folds of the world.
