Chapter 52: Chapter 50: The woman in black [Arc 2 begins]

High above the loud, brightly lit streets, a vague, lingering figure crept through the shadows, moving through the steep roofs towards which few ever bothered to set their eyes on.

She was covered almost entirely in black, save for the gaps from which her bulging, raptorious eyes peered through, and the long pairs of scarlet ribbons slowly swaying from the back of her head against the pitch-black of the sky above, kept in motion by a wind which did not truly exist.

In the distance, she could spot the small city’s central observatory tower, a rather feeble structure of about thirty stories or so, built near fully with clusters of thin glass panes, save for a few interior rooms, a clear symptom of eastern planners’ grave obsession with style over substance.

No sooner than a moment prior, it had been noisily crumbling down, floor by floor, shattering panel by shattering panel, greatly shaking up the city as countless pieces of rubble hit up the surrounding streets from above, hitting the occasional absent-minded bystander, sometimes with enough force to terminate them completely, forcing them to respawn elsewhere. A wave of faint, faintly noticeable white mist had encircled a good portion of it, blocking her view of its interior for a good number of minutes.

There had been shouts, screams, walls blown apart. A whole floor had lit up into a scarlet blur for a moment. And then, just as suddenly as the mist had taken form, it had vanished completely, leaving behind the tower, now completely in shambles.

A duel race had taken place there. Waged between two opposing parties, the leader of the losing faction would have either been enslaved by the victor, along with the rest of their peers, or simply liquidated out of their misery.

Having stood a fair distance away from the altercation at the time, added to the obstruction of the mist, she hadn’t been able to get the best view of the action. But that did not matter. She could tell who the winning party had been from the silhouette of the exiting vehicle alone.

As the three remaining figures had backed away from the site of the race, and started moving through the city’s lower areas once again, the tower itself had begun to reform before her eyes. The glinting, broken shards down below had all gathered into the panes they’d previously been, shooting right up towards their designated positions, each window, each floor, each platform, and each ceiling had been brought back into shape in a pair of minutes. The lingering flames from the upper levels had been put out on their own, each cracked surface had spontaneously smoothed itself out in just a few clicks. Before long, the building had been properly restored to its previous, eccentric glory.

And further away, the source of her troubles was now closing in, prompting her to move along once again. They no longer stood around next to the tower, but closer to the city’s main plaza, where they’d been in just about half an hour prior.

She snuck quickly, sticking to the tallest walls, staying close to the narrowest corners as she kept her sights steady on the assigned targets, pacing hurriedly through the loud, crowded streets far below. They would never escape her, however.

The tallest one, not by much, was a highschool girl with long, red hair, who walked ahead of the group, pointing grumpily at one show window or another as they moved along. Behind her walked a blue-haired middleschool girl, and another highschool student, male, occasionally sniggering to each other like buffoons as the other girl turned around, stomping her foot in protest for some odd reason.

“There you are, again…” the figure muttered to herself.

Wasting no more time, she took out a black, square-shaped beeping device from a pocket by the left side of her belt, small enough to fit in one hand. Pressing a button around its upper right corner, she brought it closer to her mouth, speaking over the black mask covering it.

“I’ve found them. Hellfire. The defector from the Godfather’s party. And that newcomer. They are currently in motion through deep Pagat. Their movement is quick. I surmise they will be leaving soon. Your orders, master?”

A rasp, strident voice suddenly rang out from the other side of the communicator, shortly coming to a stop as the woman in black nodded one time and another.

From the back of her belt, she pulled out a sharp, straight-bladed dagger, feeling up its handle with her right hand and stepping towards the edge of the roof.

Her single answer was quiet, succinct.

“Understood. I shall not fail you, my Lady.”

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