The city suddenly erupted in fear and panic. Even with his spirit buffering his power, the overwhelming explosion of emotion made Ren wince and hold his head for a moment. Screams could be heard down the street and Goblins ran amok. People died in the streets just outside.<br/><br/>A man was thrown through the window they were sitting beside and slid across the table, scattering wooden bowls and steins on the floor, he landed with a sickening thud at Ren's feet, on his neck by the sound of it. Myra squeaked and jumped to her feet to get out of the way, now standing on the bench she was sitting on. Ren jumped up to tend to the man as the groups attention was focused outside. Even with a broken neck, the man soon began to wake under the soft glow that emanated from Ren's hands. A few loud pops and cracks could be heard as bones set again and cuts quickly healed. He sat up after it was over and nodded to the blind boy.<br/><br/>"T-Thank you." he muttered.<br/><br/>"Run." Ren said, "Find your family and leave this town. Quickly."<br/><br/>"R-Right." he then scrambled off and out the back door. Myra stared at him from her perch on the bench as things fell into place. She finally understood what he had come to her church to do so long ago.<br/><br/>"Ren...." she muttered, stepping off the bench to help him to his feet. She handed him his staff and took his arm, "That was amazing!"<br/><br/>"Yes, but we should go." he said, "There are too many out there to fight." he paused for a moment, "What options do we really have?"