Seems things were finally getting underway, the Biter narrowing her eyes with the presence of two Seals looming over them. Farris was right in that these were most likely just bait to set them up, but what choice did they have? At least in this way, they could cover more ground with split teams. So while everyone began to divide themselves, the Biter snapped her fingers.

The entirety of her little bar stand was transformed into a myriad of tannish flames before being sucked into the collar around her neck. So that’s how she was always able to provide quality drinks at the best of times. Treasure Tools were handy in that regard but this situation would require power over convenience.

[color=tan]“We got eight of us, right? Four of you go to the school and two of you follow me and Farris to the airport. Wait up Herald,”[/color] the Biter called out, ignoring the sigh of her Crimson Lord. Soon she too was dashing in the stormy weather, using her Flame Haze speed to catch up with Farris.

However, there was already a Flame Haze in pursuit at the farthest Seal’s location, Harvard. Lucien was the fastest so he would be the first to be able to provide backup. Running through the buffeting wind, [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/b6b72cf5-47be-49f7-b97f-a180c14fdaa4.jpg]Kiara Bastion[/url] noted the many humans caught frozen in time by the forced Seal. 

Was this just another mass feeding ground for the Weaver? Or was there some alternative goal in mind for choosing this location? Certainly it made sense with the potential amount of Torches that could be born from this place. Whatever the case, she hurried by running straight for the heart of the Seal’s placement, within the school’s courtyard.
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