Zaval flew fast towards Kurt's location, but Kurt was getting faster and faster.
He was the first to arrive at the fortieth floor, the last one before the roof, and when he got there, he waited, daggers in hand, [NIGHT VISION] heightened to its limits.
He waited.
And waited.
Suddenly, after what felt like minutes of waiting, to him, Zaval's presence disappeared completely as he heard the sound of the floor's door opening.
Kurt readied himself and prepared to dodge, his senses already at its limits.
But nothing came his way.
No strike hit him, and no air current flowed inside the vast, ruined floor for several seconds.
'Maybe I should...'
Kurt got off his fighting pose, slowly, with his senses still attuned with the dark world around him.
And that was when it happened.
