Darkness. The hall maintained its dim, and Renamon paused at the top of the stairs, eyes flickering as they tried to adjust. There were sounds, movements, but she couldn't focus on the location. The screams she had heard had died, and she was wondering if they had been at all. Another trick? Something else? The Digimon cautiously took a step further, back against the wall.
She had rushed up here for something... Perhaps a misguided hope of combat, something substantial for her to channel her aggressions. Something... To distract her, focus her. And yet it seemed her strange hopes were unfounded. She sighed softly, frustrated. She should go back downstairs. It wouldn't be good to not be there when Jiraiya appeared.
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Darkness. The hall maintained its dim, and Renamon paused at the top of the stairs, eyes flickering as they tried to adjust. There were sounds, movements, but she couldn't focus on the location. The screams she had heard had died, and she was wondering if they had been at all. Another trick? Something else? The Digimon cautiously took a step further, back against the wall.
She had rushed up here for something... Perhaps a misguided hope of combat, something substantial for her to channel her aggressions. Something... To distract her, focus her. And yet it seemed her strange hopes were unfounded. She sighed softly, frustrated. She should go back downstairs. It wouldn't be good to not be there when Jiraiya appeared.