Adam exhaled slowly, watching his breath stir the toxic mist.
His eyes scanned the trees for movement, for anything out of place.
It didn't take long before a familiar thought crossed his mind.
'Celestia's puppets always find a way to show up, don't they...?'
He frowned.
He'd encountered her fake bodies on nearly every floor so far.
Each one annoying, each one pointless.
They would fight, maybe talk a little, and then she'd disappear just before he could land a meaningful blow...
No matter how many times he killed her puppets, she never really died.
It was like trying to swat a shadow!
Adam muttered under his breath.
"Hopefully I don't have to deal with her again..."
He doubted he was that lucky.
Still, she wasn't the only problem anymore.
There was that guy... the one with dark blue hair.
'He used Cael's ability to skip floors somehow...'
Adam's expression darkened slightly.
That memory stuck with him, it wasn't something just anyone could do.
