The creatures backed off, screeching because of the flame wall. Vesta didn't waste a second. She turned and sprinted after Sezel and Shiki, her boots pounding on the cracked pavement as they plunged deeper into the skeletal remains of the city. They ran, a desperate, ragged flight through a labyrinth of devastated houses and the looming, shadowed husks of what might have once been grand mansions.
Sezel was silent, fazed by the show of strength by Vesta, curiosity breeding in his mind. The flames were most certainly a manifestation from a powerful Fable. 'What Rank is she? If I were to guess, she is at least Rank 4.'
His gaze flickered to Shiki running in front of him. 'He too must be a Rank 4.' He was in the company of true, high-ranking Slayers.
