While Sven was fighting for his life against the equally disgusting and brutal Vilek brothers, Isaac, two floors above, was not faring much better. If anything, he was in an even worse predicament.
It all started when Isaac phased up through the ceiling.
The sensation never got easier. The world stretched, thinned, and folded around him like warm clay under pressure. Concrete softened to dust, steel blurred to liquid lines, and Isaac felt his body become a ripple passing through reality rather than part of it. He exhaled as he rose and let the stadium swallow him upward.
He could see Seraphina two floors above, standing in the centre of a room. She was still. Too still. Standing in a random empty chamber surrounded by idle spotlights, loose cables, and abandoned equipment cases, seemingly waiting to be set up for the event.
It was odd, but Isaac didn't overthink it.
'Mission is simple,' he reminded himself as he ascended. 'Find her. Shoot her. Get out of here.'
