Vogue's eyes narrowed as he stared upward at the young man.
The young man was perfectly still, his gaze locked directly with Vogue and he looked as though he was staring at an insect he had found crawling on the floor.
This was Xander Grimm, but Vogue had absolutely no idea who he was.
But even without knowing the name or reputation, Vogue's instincts rang loud. He didn't know anyone could actually float in the air without using a winged technique nor telekinesis.
Vogue had learned to trust his instincts during countless life-or-death situations, and right now this youth was incredibly dangerous.
From the corner of his eyes, a sudden movement attracted his attention and his countenance turned cold.
Coming from streets far in the distance were about one hundred people moving together as they cleared the radiants in their path as easy as cutting through grass.
