"What was that about?"
The duo walked through an empty street, the wooden buildings lining the path having their curtains closed and chimneys blowing smoke.
A light breeze swept through the dormant city, and the silver radiance of the moon, backed by a scintillating dark blue sky of stars, did its best to illuminate the way.
"…!"
Samael, who'd been rushing as he pulled Uriel as far away as possible from the inn, walked with his chest heaving, a metallic taste lingering in his mouth from the exertion.
His expression was pale, his forehead slick with sweat.
He wasn't very athletic to begin with, and pulling Uriel away had felt like dragging an entire building with him. To say it'd been tiring would be an understatement.
But now that they were away from the inn, it was safe.
After a couple more moments, Samael managed to regain his breath. He slicked his hair back—a gesture that made Uriel chuckle—then exhaled.
