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"Did you hear that?" It was a legitimate question. Mithias never knew if anyone else around him had hearing as good as his. Something was odd about the sound. It was irregular, like someone falling down a staircase.

"Pardon me." Mithias moved somewhat swiftly and left Markiel's room. There was no need for blurring speed, at least not yet. He moved down the floors until he came to a body, which he immediately recognized as Atlas.

Placing a hand on his ally's shoulder, Mithias turned him over. Clearly he was in shit shape, and Mithias had no idea what he had gone through. He smelled strange, and at least one of his eyes was pretty fucked up. He picked him up and carried him out to the couch.

Setting him down carefully, Mithias spoke his thoughts, "He's been through something rather painful it seems. Who could have done this to him? Markiel. Is Seph still here? Is anyone else in the building?"