The Hooded man leapt down the colossal 'steps' of the quarry, with each 'step' being a drop that was over twenty metres high. Yet despite this, he hopped and dropped without a hint of hesitation or worry, even with the heavy backpack strapped to his back.
His body was seemingly weightless, hitting the ground with barely a whisper, before he sprung into the air and leapt the length of the step in one go. It was like watching someone moving in zero gravity.
The eyes that were hidden beneath the hood had a deep purple film covering them, turning their colour solid, with wicked jagged black lines coursing out from his eyes like lightning bolts, as something seemed to be infecting his blood.
He gazed at the empty space in front of him. However to those strange eyes, he could see the invisible distortion in the air.
