A silver coin flew through the window of the guest house where Azazel was temporarily residing.
Before the silver coin could land, space distorted and Azazel was suddenly standing in the middle of the apartment.
The chaos barrier he placed around the room had been destroyed, no doubt by Zander.
Azazel stared towards the direction of his bed where he had left Lily.
She was still asleep exactly the same way she was when he left.
'Zander didn't touch her.'
He heaved a sigh of relief then flicked his hands.
The moment he did so, all the silver coins he had marked returned to him in an instant.
Azazel dismissed Akathartos, he couldn't endure the mental strain any longer.
He rushed to the bathroom, emptied whatever he'd had for lunch then splashed a bit of water on his face.
The cloak slid off his shoulders before Azazel started taking off the black assassin's outfit which had been soaked wet by the rain.
