[Vel'ryr]
[Capital City]
The dimly lit corridor of the complex stretched out, its walls lined with flickering holographic displays showcasing gleaming logos twisted in static. A soft clanging sound reverberated as Dante's stainless helmet gleamed under the emergency red lights, the white fur lining the upper regions of his head softly shifting as he moved, almost like a living cloud. He paused for a moment, surveying the carnage ahead, a corner where the hallway bent sharply.
("I no longer sense Nihil's presence. The two Fate Walkers served to preoccupy me long enough so the weapon was moved.") He deduced easily, ("However, I am not here for the blade anymore.")
He had come here for information—specifically regarding the human experimentation that the Vel'ryr labs had conducted. He had seen glimpses of information in his thorough cleaning up of the lab. He prioritized the Divine Blade Nihil, but now it would be hard to relocate it.
