[Sixth Floor]
"Zzz…"
On the floor, Sol snored without any restraint, filling the devastated halls with his uneven breaths.
A light tap against the crimson bandana the hazel-haired adolescent wore caused him to jump up in a fright, directly from his sleep.
"Who—? What?!" Sol let out, already wielding his spear just a moment after jumping to his feet from slumber.
The dreary-eyed Sol blinked a few times at the one responsible for waking him, "…Jeong-Hui?"
"Yeah," he nodded to confirm his sleepy friend's words, "…What happened here, man? Are you alright?"
The corridor was completely trashed, with multiple walls crumbled and the floor holding burn marks from black lightning.
On the floor, the carcass of the horse-faced demon was still laid out.
Sol gulped, "Err…Honestly, I don't really remember. Oh! Th-there was a ghost, Jeong-Hui!"