"They've arrived..." The voice whispered from behind, belonging to none other than the purple-haired lady.
Clad in a short white top and purple jeans, her short purple hair gently blew around in the air.
On her back, one could see a gigantic hammer hung, various dull purple runes littering its surface.
"He finally has..." The voice replied, as a small smile bloomed on the young man's face.
"We should report that to the key holder, shouldn't we?" the lady reminded, and the young man shook his head.
"Give him some time and simply watch his moves. It's not like Niagara would find anything worth noting about him."
"He's a man of belief and record, not origin." He replied, as he slowly rose to his feet, standing at the edge of the skyscraper.
"So, for now, we simply keep watch and ignore all."
