A Worm of Time?
There aren't many alternating transparent and translucent rings on its body. A demigod-level Marauder?
There aren't many high-level Marauders besides Amon. Is it that rat demigod on Böklund Street?
As these thoughts drifted through his mind, Cyril abruptly vanished.
On the street outside the cathedral, where the gas lamps had already been lit, Cyril's figure flickered repeatedly beyond the pools of lamplight that shone like scattered stars.
A few seconds later, his flickering figure suddenly stopped. He gazed at the gas lamp post ahead, momentarily lost in thought.
After standing blankly for two seconds, Cyril came back to himself, shook his head, and chuckled.
"You stole my desire to chase you?"
"But now that I've seen you, finding you again will be easy. Maybe I can get a good price from Leonard's old man."
Muttering to himself, he turned and stepped into the shadows at the corner of a wall, his figure rapidly fading away.
Beneath Backlund, in a dark, damp, neglected corner of the sewers, worms with alternating transparent and translucent sections emerged from thin air in the darkness. They wriggled together into a translucent mass, from which the upper half of a rat's body then grew.
The rat, which had only an upper body, immediately spoke in a human woman's voice.
"Damn it, why is there a Secrets Sorcerer in Backlund? Could it be the Aurora Order's Saint of Secrets?"
"He saw me. He's probably already guessed that I'm badly injured. This place isn't safe anymore..."
The voice echoing through the darkness gradually faded, then a rustling arose, as though several rats were communicating.
Soon, the rustling vanished as well. A fat rat with green eyes darted out of the darkness and scurried deeper into the sewers.
Inside the Harvest Cathedral, Emlyn