A swift white figure swept through the old and filthy alleyways of the Lower City District, over the crisscrossing pipes and pressure valves on top of the factories, over the desolate stations and the deserted streets, and finally dived into a narrow, shabby lane.
A sudden burst of emerald green flames blossomed, expanding whimsically in the air like a door, the vortex within the gate suddenly swelled and then contracted, and Duncan stepped out from the gate.
Following closely behind was Sherry, still a bit dazed.
Duncan looked back at the girl following him, sized her up, and then asked in a deep voice, "How do you feel? Any discomfort?"
