Be ready...

Amalu stood slightly behind Shalia with his head lifted to the sky as if smelling the cloud of dust more than watching it. Is expression was not one of jubilation but one of resignation.

"The Penitent is beyond our reach now. She walks in the footsteps of the Twins under the shadow of the old Trinity." He said enigmatically but offered no more.

"Tonight when the moon reaches its zenith, be at the Obelisk of Fate. He ready to run with the Hunt." He said, knowing that they would have to act quickly before Sister Locust started to ascertain her power over every single aspect of life in the city and their presence became less tolerated once more.

Shalia nodded. She looked at the cloud spiralling over the temple and a grin crept over her lips. She had been promised an audience with Sister Locust not long ago.