Rita didn't stay long in the alchemy shop. The moment the minotaur clock started telling another bad joke, she took her leave.
Even though Maple Syrup and the others were probably far too busy to come after her, she couldn't risk being surrounded.
Besides, she wanted to check on Dawn's invasion instance—to see how their descent worked, how fast it was progressing, and whether it differed from Lania Kaia's invasion of BlueStar.
She had barely left when Mistblade appeared in the shop.
Apache had just lit one of the BlueStar-brand cigarettes her apprentice had given her, and Kayden had just cracked open a magically chilled bottle of cola.
Mist gathered in the air, and within it a dark silhouette took shape—nine tails fanning out behind her like a blooming shadow.
Teacher and apprentice froze on the spot.
Mistblade's voice carried no hint of emotion. As always, her tone was elegant and unhurried, every pause measured, her presence regal. "Were the dishes she brought any good?"
