Fable loped across the city in long strides, tracing the path I'd stumbled to find him in a matter of minutes. We passed hundreds of scions milling about the ruins, digging through rubble, and searching for mortal survivors to consume. They raised their heads as we passed, fixing their beady eyes on my soul.
"Come to me," I whispered, calling them through the Nexus.
The rune in their souls came to life, impressing my will upon them, and they converged on me. They came from the noble district, the fields, and the streets of ruined homes and businesses. Their souls lit up the dark, ashen city, streaming behind Fable like the trail of a comet.
