As Nova wandered around the area, trying to act as normal as he could. Nova's eyes never left the man in the white-plumed mask. The commander's movements were deliberate, weaving through the crowd with careful precision, talking to what seemed to be business partners. Every tilt of his head, every pause, was a signal. The Creeds were moving, spreading through the masquerade like rot beneath graves.
Levan approached him but kept his voice low since he had to stay within the shadows. "We can corner him if we split. You keep the commander; I'll net the tail. There are many of them.
Nova gave the barest nod. "We cannot corner him, not when I can sense more of the creed's around him, but you can tail. Don't lose him. We will take care of this as quietly as we can, we are surrounded by enemies."
He turned again, angling toward the archway, when the sudden ripple of movement caught him and his eyes narrowed.
The queen had entered.
