On the desolate gray city streets, the pair were like two black spots on white cloth, speeding towards the steeple.
The wind howled across the street, and onto Goth's hair backwards constantly. His gaze turned up to the church door in front of him. He quickened his pace, and entered the church.
Garen, underneath the stairs at the church's entrance, hid behind a stone platform behind the steps, quietly releasing his Qi to scan the interior.
Inside the church
Goth stood by the door, glancing around the church, looking blankly, his body lit up with a gray-black totem, and a dark-feathered bird appeared slowly on his right shoulder.
"Come out," he cried aloud. "I know you're here!"
His voice constantly echoed off the walls, reverberating deep within the building.
Roar...
