It was the afternoon and it had been a relatively slow day for Max. Not many criminals to catch but when there was...They weren't in the competently professional genre...Max sighed and laid back on the bench he was sitting on in the park "Why must the dark always be the best time for criminals...If only this city had a bit more...Security...But then again, if security took control over this city, it'd be too much law and being limited to things...Which also means a chance for less heroes to step in and get the job done for them...I suppose that wouldn't be a awful lot of fun..." Max rubbed his muzzle and sighed again.
Its at times like these where he wished something of interest could happen...Max's eyes soon widen as his senses turn sharp. Max felt...A heavy sort of energy...This energy definitely didn't belong to a monster or a villain...It almost felt like the aura he would feel from alchemists or other people that experimented with magic back in Zelum...Surely there wasn't someone else from Zelum that would actually be here...Would there? With no time to be wasted, Max sprinted like his life depended on it. Max needed to trace the energy now before it would fade but the big question was...Who did this energy belong to and why did it have a strange linger of...Slightly dark energy but nothing to be concerned of?