Haon-Noah
Two miles from the gambling area, the cap of a manhole slid open, and a blue liquid crawled out. It moved across the stone path, stopping before an apartment building.
From it, a man emerged, his feet shaking as he supported himself on the stringer, climbing up with great difficulty. Walking up to the top of the floor, his knees gave out as he fell to the floor, gasping.
"Haha... that's fun," Noah grinned, his gaze following the dark clouds in the sky.
"That woman... I am sure she will taste better."
[What the actual fuck did you done there? You...]
"Shut up. There were two powerful presences with that cow-faced one. Even if I could defeat that fool, I can't lift a finger against those two presences."
[But that's a huge risk. You should've hurt his spirit.]
"Did he hurt now? I suppose you're forgetting what I've done is the best possible way out in existence.