“It looks like we won’t find that control room just yet.” Lilith’s voice interrupted the silence as the two captains scaled the eastern wall.
Ishin, standing a few meters ahead of her, turned back to the Mystic woman and raised an eyebrow. “And why not..?”
She was silent for a moment, breathing in slow, trepid waves as she sensed the delicate spirit particles around them condense. Then, like one singular jolt of energy, she felt several fighters shift directions. She sucked in one tight breath, and then stated, “...They’re coming...”
In the following instant, a massive rush of energy flashed toward her and the prison lord. The storm of scrambling feet, the tsunami of fear, anxiety, anger flared like a violent monsoon that would aim to sweep them in the gales of their intensity.
The dark-haired woman tensed, readying herself for the enemy that surely followed behind the coming stampede. Hisoka had told her that the others had the battle under control – a statement that evidently held no more bearing.
Orchid eyes lifted to the corridor as she made a mental synapse with Hisoka, reading his thoughts as he drew toward her.
“There are two of them...” she described to Ishin. “...humans. Arano is slowing them down, but he’s losing himself in the process.” The Mystic’s own reiatsu flushed down in a forceful wave to her palms. She turned to the prison captain and winked. “I hope you’re ready for round two.€
Ishin, standing a few meters ahead of her, turned back to the Mystic woman and raised an eyebrow. “And why not..?”
She was silent for a moment, breathing in slow, trepid waves as she sensed the delicate spirit particles around them condense. Then, like one singular jolt of energy, she felt several fighters shift directions. She sucked in one tight breath, and then stated, “...They’re coming...”
In the following instant, a massive rush of energy flashed toward her and the prison lord. The storm of scrambling feet, the tsunami of fear, anxiety, anger flared like a violent monsoon that would aim to sweep them in the gales of their intensity.
The dark-haired woman tensed, readying herself for the enemy that surely followed behind the coming stampede. Hisoka had told her that the others had the battle under control – a statement that evidently held no more bearing.
Orchid eyes lifted to the corridor as she made a mental synapse with Hisoka, reading his thoughts as he drew toward her.
“There are two of them...” she described to Ishin. “...humans. Arano is slowing them down, but he’s losing himself in the process.” The Mystic’s own reiatsu flushed down in a forceful wave to her palms. She turned to the prison captain and winked. “I hope you’re ready for round two.€
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