A swift white shadow darted through the old and dirty alleyways of the Lower City District, over the crisscrossing pipes and pressure-relief structures above the factory area, past desolate stations and deserted streets, and finally slipped into a narrow, shabby lane.
A pale green flame suddenly bloomed, spreading wildly in the air like a doorway, and the vortex within the gate briefly expanded before Duncan stepped out from it.
Immediately following was the still somewhat dazed Sherry.
Duncan looked back at the girl behind him, gave her a once-over, then spoke in a deep voice, "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"
