Fayre turned around, cutting through the crowd to get to Rune. She looked him up and down, before looking around.
"Is this your work?" she asked.
He stood there for a moment, but still responded. "Yes. Is that a problem?"
She didn't know how to respond, so the waves of awkward silence continued. Finally, she responded. "No, I suppose not."
He nodded. "Well, then. Go on. You have a tower to save, correct?"
She remembered this fact and took action at his words. "Everyone search the tower thoroughly. Leave no room unchecked. We're looking for either a black spirit cloud or someone who looks possessed in any capacity, if we're too late."
The group dispersed at her words, heading their separate ways to go check every corridor of the building. Fayre lagged behind a moment, though, turning back towards Rune.
She smiled in his direction. "I guess I should say thank you. You know, for getting us back to the tower and all."
He simply nodded once more. "Don't worry about it. Just my duty," he said. "Now go. That group needs its leader to move along." She smiled once more at his words, but turned and ran out of the room nonetheless.
She ran past countless rooms, checking up on each group and their search progress.
Finally, she reached the 16th story. There, she did not find the orderly group searches that she saw on the lower levels. Instead, she found pure chaos.
The level was in total ruin, everything was burning, overturned, broken, charred, or in any other destructive state you can think of. Fayre located someone hiding beneath a table.
"What happened here?" she asked the woman.
The woman turned to her, traumatized. "The spirit," she said, eyes bugged and large. "It's here."
Fayre was disturbed by this revelation. She got up, running right through what was practically a war zone. She turned into the first room, and found the window was broken. Standing in its frame was none other than Kevlon, the hero who'd been angered about Rokada only a few hours earlier.
Fayre was relieved to see him. "Oh, Kevlon, thank God you're here. I need help figuring out where the..."
As Kevlon turned around, she was able to see his face in full view. He was no longer a hero. He was a villain. His eyes were fully black yet glowing, and his voice affirmed his lack of identity.
"I am no longer Kevlon. I am Gergon. And my goal is to exterminate heroes, the pride of humanity."