Nick's smirk only faded slightly as he slipped out of the crowd and toward the teleporter in the central square, which was rather barren now since most people had already rushed over toward the front gate to see what all the ruckus was about.
He'd shown his face, stirred up no suspicion, and had already heard half the sanctuary buzzing with talks of war between the two gangs.
He'd done more than enough for one day.
With one last look at the War Beast Sanctuary, Nick stepped through the teleporter, feeling that same stomach churning twist of space folding around him, before promptly being spat out on the other side.
He adjusted his shirt slightly, before stepping away from the teleporter.
'Feels good to be back on safe ground.'
Terminus might be a backwater cesspit in some areas, run mostly by greedy corporations and the odd crime syndicate, but compared to the beast ridden hellscape that was the Beast Domain, it was practically like a five star hotel resort.
