Theron's blood roared through his veins, his Mana circulating with a vibrant heat that didn't seem natural in its origins. His expression didn't seem to change much even given the danger of the situation. In fact, there seemed to be an odd glint there, as though something that had been slowly awakening inside of him was only continuing to do so now.
His momentum kicked up into high gear, and in the same instant he reached the large foyer of the lobby, bursts of shadowy figures launched themselves outward as well.
Theron's timing couldn't have been more perfect. From the start, he knew that the instant the assassin's guild was revealed, they would be flushed out and forced to escape from all directions.
This had gone from a matter where the Shonagh Clan was acting unilaterally to one where the entire city might be on their side.
