Originator sat down in his usual spot, watching over the passage of people on the street below.
Life was going as usual. People were going in and out of their work. Workers busied around the market district of the town while some second-generation rich folk continued to laze around in the nice weather.
'Who should I rob today,' Originator thought, scanning the street with his keen eyes.
It wasn't his first day in this line of work, nor would it be his last. And thanks to the years worth of experience, he quickly found out his new target.
'A group of two... three? Are those the Skyladder sect robes?' he thought, locking his eyes on his prey.
Seeing them wear the robes of the local sect was a good sign. 'Those people are so full of themselves, they won't be able to do anything once I rob them!' he thought.
But while the robes alone were a sign that they had some wealth to them, it was another detail that caught Originator's eyes.
I believe you guys are smart enough to understand why I JUST FCKING HAD TO write this chapter.
May the ORIGINATOR name be cursed for all eternity, may his soul rot away and his body be raped by ugly bastards.