A red blur cut through the center of the city, threading between fast-moving cars, leaping between rooftop ledges, carrying a faint iron smell on the air.
With Blood Frenzy pushing his physical functions to Lv6, Raphael moved in something close to a straight line across most of the city.
Pedestrians stopped and stared at whatever had just passed them. A reporter looked at a blurred photograph and tried to construct a headline worth running.
Social media filled with shaky videos and breathless speculation about vampire sightings. The police switchboard went unanswerable. IFSA alarms triggered across the district.
In under fifteen minutes, half the city was looking in the wrong direction, which was exactly what Raphael had needed.
With that kind of attention pointed at him, the Church's operation at the nightclub had room to move without drawing scrutiny.
