Chapter 450: Arc 6, - 66: You Are (Not) Too Late
With nothing but wind whipping at them in frenzied unnatural directions, they stood in silence. The building cracked like an egg from the top, the pillar that had no hum or fizzle, the guards having fled and with some of their corpses joining those of the cultists’.
The lull that followed the fight was, nice? Sunrays broke through the cloud cover as they now had to wrestle with the fact that they might have been too late, even with the haste they had arrived in.
A moment to gather their thoughts while glistening dew drops clung onto rubble and roof alike. "Are you alright?" Hotaru approached and placed a hand on Fumeko’s shoulder.
The brunette tucked away her hoodless cloak; the right side of her pinafore was furled down with the strap that held it up severed. Half-shirt, half-pinafore—bold fashion statement if anything else. "I’m fine; a bit drained, but fine."
"Same here," Jotou added.
"Me four," Asobi wobbled around and reached them.
"Where’s Tiffany?" the blonde glanced below.
"On her way up," Fumeko looked at the broken theatre and the footprint left in crumpled seats. "There goes Palais Celneir."
"They’ll fix it up, I’m sure. Only one side of it got, destroyed..." Hotaru replied and then her ears flickered. "What in the," she looked back.
Across the remaining walkways, around the corner ran in a figure in bright red armour, clanging and panting.
"Glad you could show up just in time," Jotou’s eyelids waned.
Ben got to them and rested his hands on his knees, "Dude, they didn’t, gimme a sec. Agh. They didn’t let me in, the police literally stopped me from entering, they were gonna arrest me if that- oh yeah. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" he pointed to the horizon.