'Godfrey.' Godfrey heard a voice in his head.
"Gabriel?"
'I sensed your mana signature. Many will be on their way there, so I think it's time to return home.'
A tear appeared before Godfrey. He looked back, thinking about Isolde, who said she would come back. Right now, making sure Isaac and Lucy were attended to was his priority. As he went through the space tear, Godfrey had no idea Isolde's apartment was surrounded by agents and they had broken in.
They knew Isolde could teleport and were breaking down wherever she might have dropped Godfrey. His mission to save his friends had allowed him to escape a clash with the authorities.
Meanwhile, opposite the street, a man clad in black robes hid in the darkness, right behind the street lamps. If one could get close, they would see the full image of a black moon on this man's forehead.
The man looked like he was in his sixties with a long gray beard, but his body was still muscular and fit, nothing like his aged face.
