Time trickled by, like a patient hunter, Godfrey waited, watching the agents linger around for a while.
When they walked away, probably to change shifts or for a small break, his sclera turned black and he leaped off the tree. The problem wasn't that he was too weak as he knew not even an Origin Tier was enough to keep him away from Isolde, a girl he had revealed his true potential to make his.
But the implications of a battle could spiral into a bitter end. Godfrey landed lightly on the floor since it could handle sound a bit more than a roof.
Then he leaped to the rooftop, making sure he was extra cautious before creeping to Isolde's window only to see she had turned her chair towards the window.
Their eyes met. She smirked, her arms crossed while shock first flashed past his face before it broke into a soft smile.
Isolde opened the window, and he came in.
