After Relius left the scene with his doll, he resumed his journey. All traces of outward displeasure vanished.
At the point where two of the Hierarchical City's levels met, he was midway through his descent. Wherever he looked, he saw rough stones carved into halls and wide chambers a century ago for the initial mass of refugees. He remained as one of the only people frequenting this abandoned, subterranean space now that proper infrastructures had been established closer to the surface.
Near the bottom step of the stairway leading to the next layer, someone waited for him. "You…"
The pinkish red ponytail flowing behind her along with the stark white armor gave her a striking appearance. With a lengthy sword on her back, a battle-ready air accompanied her faint, otherworldly glow. In one of her hands sat another oddly shaped blade, a shorter one with an eye at its pommel. She raised the weapon to point up at him. A white mask covered the lower half of her face, bringing focus to red eyes that bored into him like spears.
Similarly taking some time to observe her from the top half of the crumbling brick steps, he then spoke first. "The aura of the Boundary clings to you and the armagus you wield… What do you seek?"
"You're a disturbance to this world's order, a seed for chaos that should not exist. Even you must be aware of it." Steady and business-like, her voice echoed through the massive corridor.
He slowed down in the face of her heavy scrutiny. "If you're here armed in such a manner, then I doubt peace follows you wherever you go." Her coming closer to the area must have caused Relius to retreat. Despite standing a fair bit away from the woman in white armor, the aura she exuded matched that of an experienced warrior. Her power and skills outclassed his current abilities by magnitudes.
Not following the cautious decision of maintaining his distance, he continued making his way down the stairs towards her. He had to keep moving no matter the obstacle in his path. Only when he was about to go past her did he stop. "I must hurry. Make it quick." Her blade signaled him to not take another step, now pressed close to his chest and barring his way.
"I shall deliver my judgment upon you, depending on what your answers are to my questions."
Shadow casting over his hardened eyes, he kept them pointed straight ahead. Whatever she decided to do next—challenge him to a duel, spare him, or execute him on the spot—he had no means of changing her mind. "Do as you will."