As Clara and Kimetsuji rushed up to the driver, rage filled their expressions.
Their clothes were tattered, and torn, exposing parts of their bodies.
They ran up to him and were face-to-face, ready to strike the driver with a powerful punch, but he responded by crossing his arms.
"So this is how rankers react when there's something on the line." the driver muttered, moving his hands upward in unison. He clasped them together tightly, then struck the ground with bent knees, causing Clara and Kimetsuji to halt in their tracks.
They looked around cautiously, as though expecting an ambush from shadows lurking nearby.They then charged toward him once more.As they closed in, the distance narrowed to two meters.
Their hope of landing a hit was shattered.
/Whoosh, whoosh/
The sound of rushing air filled the space. Suddenly, pillars of ice shot up, reflecting the sunlight as they stretched toward the sky. Kimetsuji dodged backward, while Clara charged forward, delivering a powerful kick to one of the ice pillars. She continued kicking, again and again, shattering the pillar piece by piece.
/Bam, bam/
The ice cracked and shattered under Clara's fierce strikes. Finally, with one last kick, the pillar broke apart, shards cascading to the ground as spears of sunlight burst through, illuminating the scene.
Clara lunged at the driver, aiming her sharp heels at him, but he moved at a speed much faster than before, evading her attack and slipping behind her as her leg descended. He stretched his arm toward her.
His arm glowed with a light as the blue shimmering water in the bright sunlight. Just as his hand was about to touch her back, Kimetsuji hurled a lightning spear between them, blasting them apart.
Clara slid across the ground, rising with a fierce glare, while Kimetsuji gave her a confused expression.
Clara's face softened as she straightened her body , holding out her hand as if about to catch a ball. She focused, noticing purple spots flickering in the driver's aura, which surrounded him like armor.
She dashed forward.
A purple-glowing staff materializing in her hand. She gripped it tightly, then swiped it across her palm, as if sharpening a blade. The driver's face showed a flicker of shock as she charged, electricity crackling at the tip of her staff. He, too, readied himself, and a light formed around his hand, materializing a gauntlet.
Clara stepped forward, slashing at the driver. He slid his foot back, deflecting the blow, and moved to grab her by the side.
She blocked with her staff, twisting to swing at him once more, he retreated as she launched a barrage strike. It was as if they were dancing in a heated exchange of attacks and deflections.
Finally, Clara swung a kick at him, but he raised his arm to block, bending back slightly as he was propelled away with immense force. An unexpected sound filled the air, the blaring of sirens, echoing down the street like a rock concert's finale.
The driver glanced back at Clara, but seeing the police approaching, he turned away.
Clara and Kimetsuji pursued him, but as they closed in, he dodged and sprinted toward a nearby building. A portal then opened,
The driver leapt into the portal.
"Guess I couldn't finish my job. What a pain."
Clara and Kimetsuji, noticing his attempt to escape, dashed into the portal with him.
Gusts of wind trailing behind them.
They emerged in a misty blue space that resembled a grand concert hall.The driver stood ahead, but a new voice rang out with a soothing and poetic tone.
"Ohoho, we have uninvited guests… hmmm."
The mysterious figure sat on a stool upholstered with rich leather, a grand piano before him. Its dark wood gleamed as he began to play, the delicate notes reflecting a master's skill.
The musician paused, rising with a delighted smile.
"Goodbye, my dear guests. That's all you can witness today."
Another portal opened between Clara, Kimetsuji and the driver, pulling them through.
Before they could react
they found themselves back at the original battlefield. Police had arrived, investigating the area and searching for any trace of the driver.
Scorched ground,a broken car and scattered ice shards were all that remained.
As the driver falls he lands his fall with a graceful fall as his knees bend a large gust surrounds him as he gets up and turns with a look of relief.
Sigh
"I was worried they would have gotten further in here, and notice the identity of the others located here"
"you worry to much Logan."
Logan walks to a Exit door not too far away from him.
He sees cards, dice and some cups with a bottle of wine beside it.
"and you could actually do some work in your room you know Klein." Logan said
He exits the room and then a bubble flowing in the air like a feable feather.
It touches Logans hair and burst with a moderately loud sound.
Logan turns to see a young little girl about eleven or ten years old
"ohh" Logan said he then puts out his hand signaling that she must hand something over but she clenches her hand and covers a silver ring that's loose on her finger .
Logan thinks for a while and puts his hand in his trousers, rummaging and revealing a lollipop to her face as she then tries to snatch the lollipop out of logans hand but he moves his hand with a quick rush as the girl falls face to floor and in a fright he picks her up and then looks at her.
As her adorable face puffed up as small drops of tears run down the side of her face.
Logan seeing this brings her close to his shoulder like a parent holding her like his own.
the little girl calms down as he gets up rocking her on his shoulder and walks down the hall way, she starts playing with his hair dwindling in the air as she pulls and twists it.
"Ferin!!"
A voice calling out to the person behind the door.
"I found Rose out of room A."
The door was then opened as a set of new eyes with a look of depression and misery with dark bags under her eye depicting the lack of sleep.
Her purple eyes show a sign of someone who is like an empty shell.
"Rose"
Ferin answers with a shocked and worried voice as she holds out her hand and takes the child.
"Whats she doing outside of room A?"
The child clenches to her clothes as she cuddled in her arms.
Then the gloomy mother says something Logan never expected someone to tell him.
"Thank you for bringing her to me"
Logan frighten and flustered by the comment.
"it's fine."
he blurted out a quick response and walks away with a smile on his face.