253 Idiots and pumpkins

The Master of Sin disappeared, teleported by Pest far away from this city, where he will be safe from gods' attention at least for a short time—enough for him to hide better or to strike again, whichever he chose. They had better things to bother with than him…

I glanced at the bodies under my feet and grinned. They didn't even have time to call for reinforcements, but the time it gave me ended now. I had to leave again.

While Pest worked on the teleportation spell, I picked up the corpses—couldn't just leave them be!—and sent out my mental projection. I wished I had more time, but as it was, I couldn't do what I wanted and check on the team Sin used as distraction personally.