"Yikes."
"Yikes indeed, girl."
Devon smiled wryly as he and Alisha strode back into the hotel lobby. By now it was packed with a few Hunters from Phoenix Flight as well as emergency operatives.
The non-existence shroud surrounding the building cleared with Han Jae-won's death. Avoiding public scrutiny as they've done for decades, the Pantheon left shortly.
Survivors had been rushed out and the establishment had shut down… due to the obvious fact that most of the ground floor was now endless void pockets that anyone could just fall into.
"So Han Jae-won," Alisha paused, folding her arms in front of her chest. She wore a full-body black Hunter suit, her hair made in a long ponytail. "He's just… dead?"
"Basically." Devon whistled out an exasperated breath. "Tonight has been crazy."
"You think?"
They both chuckled softly at that, the sound type Esper lowering her head for a bit. When she looked up again her eyes narrowed.
