"...I still want to play."
"Quite an arrogant little fucker, aren't you? As expected of Whiteking's son."
With the thick ocean of dust drowning their entire vision; it was almost as if they were akin to being blind already. But even so, their exchange of words traveled ever so clearly– one taunting the other.
Their whispers, however, were subtly disrupted by all the screams and rumbles that whistled from the outside of their artificial cloud. It was almost a certainty that the destruction reached outside; with people panicking and running; Sophie and Riley, however, seemed to be completely lost in their own ocean.
"But I wonder if you can keep this facade?" And with the distance between Sophie and Riley getting shorter and shorter as Sophie approached; her silhouette finally turned into color. Her face, somewhat surprised as her eyes landed on Riley.
