Walking along the streets, the neon lights of the upper Hive faded behind them, replaced by the flickering, yellow glow of bioluminescent moss and rusted steam pipes.
The deeper they went into the infrastructure of Abysshaven, the heavier the air became.
Damien walked with his hands in his trench coat pockets, his stride long and confident a stark contrast to the limping coward he had played moments ago.
"Isabelle," Damien broke the silence, his voice echoing softly against the wet metal walls.
"Tell me exactly what happened. After I grabbed the Veil."
Remembering he had been transported over to Lyra's body in a rush, he couldn't help but wonder how Isabelle survived against all the other angels there
And sure enough, hearing this question, she couldn't help but take a deep breath, a look of reminisces flashing through her eyes.
"It was terrifying, Master," she admitted.
