[Paris, The Museum Louvre - Second Floor | Bottom Level]
Rel stood at the entrance to the Tower Shard room, his black-cloaked figure blending into the shadows.
BANG!... CLASH!!!... BANGGGG!
The distant sounds of panic and confusion grew louder with each passing moment, but Rel remained focused, his gaze fixed on the empty hallway.
THUMP.... THUMP.... THUMP!
He heard a series of heavy thumps, each one accompanied by a low, guttural growl.
Then, Jasper stumbled into view, his eyes fixated on the shimmering artifact within the display case, his mouth watering with an almost feral hunger.
"For the mission... take it..." he muttered, his voice a raspy whisper.
As he drew closer, Jasper's gaze fell upon Rel, and his movements abruptly ceased.
Even through the mask, Rel could sense the recognition in Jasper's eyes.
Demons who had consumed the serum possessed enhanced senses, and Jasper seemed to have recognized a familiar pattern, a faint echo of their previous encounter.
