The night swallowed them whole. They knew the difficulty they were facing coming to this place. There could be numerous people in the level 50s and even some in the level 60s. That's why Ayame's group engaged in guerilla-style warfare; they knew a full, head on confrontation was suicidal. Their only job was to stall until the infiltration group got the job done.
Blossom was the first to vanish, her form flickering—no, glitching—out of existence. A shimmer of fractured space, a ripple of unreality, then nothing. She was gone. Void magic devoured her presence. Only the faintest distortion in the air, that was, if one knew exactly what to look for, betrayed where the Void Stalker now hunted.
