"Don't tell me he is the reason for all this..." Aziel thought to himself, his mind entertaining the ridiculous idea that all the smoke could've come from that single figure, that maybe the explosion had been something else entirely.
But the notion was short-lived. No matter how much he looked at it, there was just no way smoking, even with whatever strange material that glowing stick was made of, could've created this much smoke.
He exhaled sharply. "Hey, you—"
His voice rang through the hollow chamber, echoing faintly off the quartz-like walls.
The figure, however, didn't move an inch. Not even a twitch, as if the words hadn't reached him at all.
Aziel frowned. 'He heard that… there was no way he didn't.'
"Wow," Aziel muttered under his breath. "...Tough crowd."
And just as the words left his mouth, the figure finally stirred.
With unhurried grace, he turned, the white coat swaying slightly, the faint blue ember still glowing between his fingers.
