A few moments earlier, while Leo's group was fighting desperately against the monstrous black sticky figures and the Fallen Nergal, elsewhere, Essa soared through the city night, leaping from one rooftop to another. Her senses sharpened, and she locked onto the relic darting ahead of her, its pale glow trailing sparks.
Dracula and Fallen Camazotz pursued it from the sky, their black wings eclipsing the moon.
"Tsk… this is harder than I thought," Essa muttered, her voice muffled beneath the heavy shadow of her hood. As she vaulted over a chimney, boots scraping, her gaze caught a blur—a silhouette, eerily calm, standing motionless atop the next building, eyes locked on the same relic.
