M. City was nothing like Lisle.
Towering skyscrapers pierced the clouds, neon lights painted the streets in every color imaginable, and the air hummed with the constant flow of Dou Qi from thousands of Kai training, fighting, and living their lives. Hover vehicles glided silently above the main roads while street-level markets sold everything from Qi-enhancing herbs to illegal Dou Qi weapons.
Matt moved through the crowds like a shadow, hood up, senses on high alert. His bloodlust was manageable at 45/100 after feeding lightly on a lone mercenary who had been mugging tourists earlier. The man’s blood had been average, but it pushed his Agility to Level 5.
He had one goal tonight: gather information about late admissions or special entry programs at Camelot Academy.
After asking around
