Above Silver Scale Bay, Gray Hawk circled gently on the sea breeze, his gaze fixed firmly on the few ant-like figures below.
As the sun set, the sky grew steadily darker.
Smoke rose from the town's chimneys, and lamps lit up one after another. More than half the pedestrians had left the main street, making it far quieter and colder.
Several blue-robed figures hurried along and soon arrived at a secluded dock, filing into a warehouse.
The warehouse was dilapidated, its doors crooked and its roof riddled with holes. It had clearly been abandoned for a long time.
As night fell, furtive figures began appearing around the warehouse. In less than half an hour, more than a dozen people had entered.
When Anse learned of this at the inn, he sighed, feeling that there was probably no hope for today.
He had not expected such a tiny fishing town to have so many cultists.
More than an hour passed.
The cult gathering in the warehouse finally ended. The figures left in batches, heading in different directions and acting extremely cautiously.
Anse felt they were being overly cautious. Other than him, who would still have the mind to watch them now?
Gais and the other two were the last to emerge. It seemed that the elite Professional was the head of this area.
However, after coming out, the three actually split up. Two returned the way they had come, while one boarded a small sailboat docked by the pier. Judging by his build, he should have been the elite Professional.
"Could it be a trap?" Brat felt the coincidence was too convenient.
Finn immediately communicated with Gray Hawk and had him descend for a closer look. He found that no one else was following them.
"They probably haven't seen us. When