“Ahaha, yes of course!” Spencer said aloud. “Ah, that’s right. You’re supposed to be the assassin out of our merry little band, right? Well pardon me then oh so stealthy one!” 

Summoning a portal from his left hand, Spencer began to step forward into it. He stopped though, turning as if to confirm something before making known his hasty departure from the group.

“Sorry to say, everyone, but I’ve still got more work to do. Mrs. Jackson, if you find some time other than feeling sorry for yourselves, I suggest you find the Catalyst before…say this afternoon?”

He waved at Melody and Cyrias before phasing away in the portal. Noting that her superior was gone and out of sight, Melody sighed dejectedly.

“It’s like he’s always just abandoning us,” she muttered, unaware that Cyrias was explaining his race’s heritage to her. “S-Sorry, what was that again?” she asked in an apologetic manner.

Back at the motel, Kiara started quickening her pace but practically ripping off the bed sheets. She was obviously concerned, and with good reason; her left hand had began to glow with a pulsating blue light.

The Volunta was calling her…and it was hungry.