Thread:DragonNinja01/@comment-38036641-20190625184319/@comment-36159587-20190625200925

 Galaxian paused slightly to confirm the noise, before stepping forward again. His senses were still acute; good news, as he had been experiencing trouble otherwise. While he considered teleportation, he reckoned it was less risky, actually, to scope out the setting. He looked around for what company this belonged to, wondering why Dairo was in here in the first place.

 Fighting...shouting...screeches? Though Galaxian couldn't smell any stench of leftover smoke, he was sure that that would have meant a fire in here somewhere, and he sensed no fire. Strange, indeed. In fact, he had yet to hear any loud noises of the sort that would belong to conflict. He would have found it hard to believe anything out of the usual had happened here. Chaos usually brought chaos, and chaotic noise was always loud.

 For an instant, he wondered if this was the type of silence giving the idea that everything was wrong in some way or another. Or, to him it was, since his senses were tingling, as if expecting danger.

 The deity's footsteps were silent as he faded into invisibility. He knew he'd given off the general element of surprise when he'd shouted Dairo's name, but perhaps that was for the better. Now, if there was someone hiding from him, they would not see him, either.

 He continued towards the warehouse's depths, silently and cloaked with shadows.