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The beasts' emergence worried Hazel. If that was what could come through the tower even now, what could they expect in the future? It had taken that poor girl, and she had no idea what might happen to her inside there. Something torturous, no doubt. She tried to push it out of her attention as she focused on getting to the apartment.
Next to the door, she found herself blocked by the gruff man, the one who owned the apartment. He and others were asking, demanding that she explain what was going on. She paid him no heed and simply shoved past, moving into his front room and gazing around to look at all of those present, each coming down off an adrenaline high in their own ways. Her steely eyes rested finally on the gruff man who'd tried to block her path. She leaned against one of the walls before she spoke.
"All of you, I strongly suspect, are different to most" she began, looking at each of them in turn.
"If my suspicions are correct, all of you should have died shortly before the tower appeared. Yet here you are. Maybe they aren't strong enough yet for you to realise, but each one of you should have developed some sort of strange power. Like how I can form several copies of myself. I've seen deathless, people like you, who could cover a whole crowd in searing flames, see for miles through solid stone, even throw themselves across a city in a single leap. You won't approach such power for a long time, however.
Before I explain further, I need your names. I want to know who you are if we're going to be working together. You can call me Hazel."
That said, she waited for the first one to pipe up, her stern gaze roving the room once more.
Next to the door, she found herself blocked by the gruff man, the one who owned the apartment. He and others were asking, demanding that she explain what was going on. She paid him no heed and simply shoved past, moving into his front room and gazing around to look at all of those present, each coming down off an adrenaline high in their own ways. Her steely eyes rested finally on the gruff man who'd tried to block her path. She leaned against one of the walls before she spoke.
"All of you, I strongly suspect, are different to most" she began, looking at each of them in turn.
"If my suspicions are correct, all of you should have died shortly before the tower appeared. Yet here you are. Maybe they aren't strong enough yet for you to realise, but each one of you should have developed some sort of strange power. Like how I can form several copies of myself. I've seen deathless, people like you, who could cover a whole crowd in searing flames, see for miles through solid stone, even throw themselves across a city in a single leap. You won't approach such power for a long time, however.
Before I explain further, I need your names. I want to know who you are if we're going to be working together. You can call me Hazel."
That said, she waited for the first one to pipe up, her stern gaze roving the room once more.