![]() That woman is going to be the death of me, Evan thought. “Come on, Headon’s probably with him right now!” “What do you think, Evan?”Įvan merely sighed as Yuri strode towards the light. Yuri slapped Headon on the head, an act which actually required her to bend down a little. A slightly fearful, yet grudgingly admiring, look came upon Evan’s face. They were within sight of a light shining in the distance, and they stepped out of the final flight of stairs. Evan caught his breath. “Slow down now, we don’t want to be spotted.” “Of course it is,” she now slowed down quite drastically, causing Evan to nearly crash into her posterior. “But – but if that’s true,” Evan yelled behind her, “that’s a big deal, isn’t it? Opening the door yourself?” ![]() “Did you hear that? He literally opened the door!” she chortled. “And guess what else, Evan? That irregular apparently opened the door himself!” Yuri, apparently enjoying her little triumph, sprinted down the next flight of stairs. “It can’t be,” he sputtered, sounding a little out of breath – the running was getting to him – yet still matching Yuri, stride for stride. “An irregular, Evan! There’s an irregular on the Lowest Floor!”Įvan gaped. Her eyes twinkled, and a playful smile tugged at her lips. Yuri now deigned to actually turn her head slightly. “My lady, what could you possibly want to do on the Lowest Floor?” The man increased his own speed to keep up. The woman known as Yuri barely glanced backwards, only laughing as she put on a spurt of speed. “Lady Yuri!” the man yelled, as they descended ever deeper. Their argument echoed throughout the space as they kept running, the woman in front, the man behind. The two of them made an unlikely combination. Also despite his physique, he had no problem keeping up with the woman, seemingly magically holding pace with her already superhuman speed. Despite his youthful appearance, he exuded wisdom he was much older than what he looked. His silver-white hair was done into a crew cut. He was dressed in military garb from head to toe, and carried a backpack nearly as big as himself on his back. The man, despite being normally proportioned, couldn’t have been taller than Night himself. She bounded down the flights of stairs in careful yet powerful steps, often taking four – or even five – at a time. She was impeccably dressed her white suit fit her slim figure perfectly, and her blood-red necktie, the same color as her eyes, complemented the black hair that currently were tied up into a rough yet tasteful ponytail. One of them was a woman the other was a man. ![]() Somewhere inside the Tower, far above the Lowest Floor, far above Night and Headon and the Spirit-fish, two figures were running down a seemingly endless flight of stairs. Click the picture to be taken to the original comic. ![]()
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