Above the evening skyline of New Janus, Gryphos fluttered its wing before landing near the entrance of the looming tower of Block 7. Dust parted as the cold breeze whisked through the night.
Behind the feathered mane of the Griffin, Damien and Hecate observed the desolate surroundings with scrutiny. An eerie silence pervaded them.
"It seems that the news about the trial was true," he muttered under his breath, and checked out the lobby after getting off his monster's feathered back.
Hecate closed her eyelids, body heating up. The awakening of her other side wasn't without its price. She was undergoing a transformation.
An evolution that would take a toll on her body. In simpler terms, she was as helpless as an ordinary girl. A feeling she heavily disliked, but could do nothing about.
Damien walked through the lobby and found no one other than himself. He furrowed his eyebrows, noticing how desolate yet clean it was.
