Twenty-first floor, twentieth floor, nineteenth floor.
The black cat tugged at Su Ming'an's pant leg, guiding him. Su Ming'an leaned against the wall, descending step by step, blood dripping from his wrist.
Upon setting foot on the eighteenth floor, Su Ming'an saw Noel.
The dark night surrounded them, and under the blazing candlelight, Su Ming'an caught sight of him—wearing a white satin ritual attire, with golden ornamental metal glinting at the cuffs. This outfit, which didn't match the style of the present world, seemed to signify that Noel had endured much to reach this place.
"—Noel!" Su Ming'an shouted.
Noel pressed a guard to the ground and turned his head with a smile. A streak of blood slid down his forehead, adding a scarlet hue to the corner of his eye.
"I've arrived." Noel said.
