On the roof of the main hall where Santiaga and Kross sat and relaxed, there was nothing but an eerie silence.
It was kind of amazing, what people called heroes were now capable of. Normally, he would have heard the sounds of crickets on an empty field, but the silence here was... artificial.
'Hm?' Santiaga frowned, looking down from the hall building.
In the distance, he could feel a sinister energy coming from one particular building that was far away.
'This sinister presence.' He frowned.
[This... This is demonic mana.]
'Demonic mana?' Santiaga squinted his eyes.
He looked back, seeing that Kross had relaxed totally and didn't show any signs of reacting to the mana.
'What a weird guy.' Santiaga commented, jumping off the building.
He landed on his feet easily, making his way to where he felt the mana.
