To Hunt Alongside The Hunter
"It'd be better to tell Nikko about this. Leave this to the officers," Finn mumbled.
"That won't be possible," Crow interrupted his thought process.
"Why not?" Finn asked, looking at the hunter with a raised eyebrow.
Crow tapped his hand against the wall, clarifying what he said, "To be honest, I wasn't exactly planning on just sitting around here and waiting for you. The truth is, I can't actually leave. You can't either."
"What're you talking about?" Finn asked further.
Instead of explaining through words, visualization was much quicker and easier it seemed as Crow summoned his cleaver into his hand. With a swipe of the blade that could cut through even titanium, it cut through, though the wall bled a black sludge, quickly mending itself.
"The hell?" Finn mumbled.
"Every part of this building is like this. It seems the interior is completely indestructible," Crow claimed.