Silence settled heavily between them.
The Starborn's words lingered in the hot air.
A demon at Rank 3 was normal.
A demon touching the next realm was not in these lower floors.
Even the current Michael knew his limits. Of course the fact he was still calm showed his confidence.
Michael opened his mouth to ask another question, but before a single word left him, the world twitched.
A sharp vibration rippled through the air.
The Starborn's armor tightened instantly.
Spartan adjusted his glasses and shifted his weight.
Michael's eyes narrowed.
A tear in space appeared just a short distance away.
No one needed to speak.
All three understood immediately.
Someone was entering the second floor.
The only real question was simple.
From where?
The first floor?
Or the third?
The Starborn stepped back instinctively. Spartan took one step forward, half guarding Michael's side. Michael himself simply watched with calm eyes as the tear widened.
