When night fell, the trio had finished packing the last of their belongings.
Despite Twilight City being the longest place Rama had ever lived in, he didn't have many real connections here.
The guilds he frequented were just means to an end, places to pick up freelance hunting jobs and nothing more.
He had never officially joined any of them so disappearing without a word wouldn't matter much.
The only people he had any meaningful ties to were a few Hunters from the Arcane Sentinels. But telling Alysia was enough.
He didn't feel the need to walk into their guild and say goodbye to each one. Frankly, he doubted they'd give him much thought after he left.
The only other person who needed to know was the owner of his apartment and Rama had already handled that.
Now, the last suitcase was loaded into the back of their vehicle that actually… more like truck than a van, with reinforced wheels and armor plating. After that everything was ready.
