When Alexander made sure the man was dead, he scanned the entire street with his gaze, checking that there were no security cameras or any unsuspecting onlooker watching him.
Behind a pile of debris, Ben and the others were hiding, gripped by intense fear, to the point of holding their breath to avoid being heard by Alexander.
Even Ben stood still as a statue. He had to admit there was no way he was a match for Alexander. He had no means of competing against a man who could hurl entire buildings at them.
With cold sweat running down their backs, they waited for a minute that felt like an hour until Alexander flew off toward the city center.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief and emerged from their hiding spot.
"Thanks," Ben said to Dante.
He was the only one who reacted to Alexander's arrival, and before any of them understood why, he urged them to hide.
"No big deal." Dante shook his head, brushing off the matter. "What's important now is getting out of the city."
