Snippet #2479913

Scouring the streets of this ruined sector didn't sit well with Marra. She'd often patrolled the condemned streets of Sepulcher Town; it was her job to investigate reports of a Mansphere demon-worshiping cult, after all. To her back was a group of four cloaked Hunters, each armed with Mana-powered lances. Her eyes scanned the empty buildings beside and above her.

The streets were silent save the slight wind that whipped around her. This place had a reputation for precarious activity, and would deter most people not destitute or foolish enough to find themselves in this particular vicinity. However, Marra was given the task of hunting down those enemies of the Union which are wrought from the Manasphere and their servants.

She threw up her hand, signalling the hunters to halt. A noise resonating in her ear, seemingly beckoning her deeper into the abyss of this godforsaken sector. She eased up, turning to face her men. "Patrols are done. We've found nothing today; It's time to head out." She spoke with finality, and the group of hunters made their way out of this perilous city block.

From the shadows, however, they had been watched...