"Uwah! An exile!"
"What, how did he get in?"
The incarnations who saw me yelled.
I ran through the crowds and hid myself in the shadows of the city. Due to the exile penalty, pieces of the story fell from my body like blood. The area around my right arm and heart was stabilized from the absorption of new story fragments but the rest was different.
The incarnations probably saw this and realized I was an exile.
"Where are you going? Shouldn't we report it?"
"Well... he will die soon. Let's just go."
It wasn't strange. This wasn't the first time they had seen an exile. They were afraid of exiles because they didn't know what the exiles would do.
I leaned against an alley wall and the people looking at me quickly dispersed. The magic locomotive that appeared also played a role in calming the situation.
The incarnations found the locomotives covered with ominous black paint and withdrew in dismay.
"Back off! A noble is coming!"