Third Person's POV
Ethan crawled until he reached the upper edge and positioned himself directly above the unaware figure below.
Perched in silence above the spire, Ethan observed.
The violet figure sat still with its form silhouetted by the eerie light of the Blood Moon.
It gazed out over the vast expanse of the demon city and was seemingly lost in thought and entirely oblivious to the dark phantom now poised directly overhead.
Then, with a sigh of frustration the figure began to mutter to itself,
"That man Eryndor, is indeed very dangerous.
I was right to be cautious and distrustful of his attempts to appear normal and unaware of my presence.
But what were t-those t-two doing..."
The voice that floated into the night was unmistakably familiar and melodious, making the shadow unmistakably a woman.
Hearing her, Ethan's eyes narrowed in surprise though not disbelief.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
