Jeanne and Asgard moved swiftly through a zone about a person high. Due to the extremely low gravity here, they seemed like they were flying, needing only to lightly tap the walls or pedestrians occasionally to continue moving.
Asgard laughed, "You really have your ways, this reduces a lot of risk…"
Jeanne nodded slightly, saying no more.
"Owe you half a life."
"That's enough," Jeanne said, "Focus on escaping."
"If I don't say a couple of words, I might scare myself to death…" Asgard murmured, "You've noticed too, haven't you… That guy is moving…"
In the dark corners between buildings, there were some slight unusual noises. For ordinary people, these noises could easily be overlooked.
But both Jeanne and Asgard were skilled at identifying key information from environmental noise.
After a few minutes of fleeing, they had gradually become aware of an inescapable sound.
It was similar to the flapping sound of robes against the air.
