Bologue had to admit, the Ruins District was an utterly wondrous place, like a bizarre and colorful dream, where it seemed anything could happen to you.
The girl, like a little thief, let out an uncontrolled scream upon seeing Bologue, and immediately she started sprinting down the stairs. As she fled for her life, she did not forget the supplies she carried, but the violent shaking caused the things in her arms to keep falling out.
She was like a car on the verge of breaking down, losing parts as it drove.
"Damn it, what is going on!" she muttered under her breath, "How could the staff even invade here!"
The sound of a rushing airstream came from afar, Bologue leapt off the stairs, casting out strands of the Silver Hand, ignoring the complicated gravitational directions here, and headed straight for the little thief.
Sensing the intense Ether reaction on Bologue, a sense of despair rose in her heart.
