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D's steps up the stairwell quickened with each upward stride as he ascended to the Archives. To his surprise, he felt himself gaining momentum and energy as he moved; his newfound power was only just setting in, swelling his stamina as it peaked. Labored and gasping breaths settling into a smooth rythmn. The aches and pains in his muscles subsided entirely. The racing of his heart, which at first had burdened him, became nothing short of normal. 

He crashed through the door into the Archives, nearly parting it from its hinges as it swung into the wall with a resounding banging of metal on concrete. Despite the exertion, his arrival saw him with no fatigue to show for his efforts. He was in top form, and that was a best case scenario for what he faced on the other side of the threshold. The others that the figure downstairs had told him about were ebroioled in a battle against entities similarly wreathed in shadows. D noticed immediately that at least one of the others had been left either injured or dead.

As soon as he set foot into the Archives, the entities, which had seemingly been dealt with, coalesced before his eyes into a massive singluarity. D ducked and dodged as the newly formed being thrashed its tendrils, narrowly avoiding getting caught. Keeping the lionshare of his focus on the entity, which had clung to the cieling, D looked around at his presumed companions... one seemed to be restraining their enemy; another shot a bolt of some form of energy; the third had pulled out and fired a gun. Next to the others, his own power felt useless given the situation; what good was all of his newly birthed prowess if he couldn't even reach the damn thing? 

[color=9e0b0f]"Hey!"[/color] he called over to the one restraining the entity. [color=9e0b0f]"If you can get it onto the floor, I should be able to handle it."[/color] If the other two could hurt the thing enough, maybe, D thought, he could put down the last hit on it.