Bellstance: A hovel of rich nobles and groveling peasants. A festering melting pot of various cultures and social standings. It was a large city, the biggest in the land. Merchants came from around the world to trade goods, pilgrims ended their voyage at its legendary gates, and assassins secretly passed through the gates each day to kill individuals who wouldn't be missed by the rest of the sprawling masses. Miles and miles of city, but only one central hub: The massive castle at its center.

Styx sauntered casually through the city gates, having just fed on an unfortunate traveler. Training with Knives had been productive, but he'd taken a break from that stuff for a little while to give himself the chance to practice what he'd learned. This city was home to the best soldiers and guards in the country, he'd certainly find a legion or two to toy around with for a bit. He was eager to test out his new strength.

The sun was young in the sky, the birds were chirping gleefully, and merchants were just opening shop. What a pleasantly disgraceful happy morning. In his own subtle way to make the day slightly less enjoyable for everyone, Styx swung his fist through the stand of a nearby merchant's stall, causing the ceiling to crash in on it, destroying everything he'd worked to gather for the week. He casually walked off as no one saw what he did, but at least a few more people were screaming and agitated.

He continued his walk, pretending to ignore the increasing madness behind him. He absently snatched an apple out of a passing kid's hands, taking a large bite out of the fruit. Looking around for any sign of excitement he could ruin.

He stopped. Something dark was near. He wasn't used to this new sixth-sense of his, but he knew what evil felt like. It was strong, very close. Usually he would have sensed it before now, but all the different bodies crowding the streets blotted out his or her essence to a certain degree. Still, there was no mistaking it: This person was powerful.

Ignoring the huddled swarms of peasants, Styx bulldozed his way through them toward the source of the dark presence, knocking everyone in his path to the ground. He turned off the main path and on to a less crowded street. It was there; somewhere on this street. He could feel it, strong and resonating with raw power.

He instantly spotted the source out of the crowd: A purple haired woman. Seconds after he laid eyes on her, she returned the gaze. The corner of Styx's mouth curled up into a half-smile. He strode confidently in her direction, tucking the rest of his apple into the side of his mouth.

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