@echoing-hearts-hazbin
It was nighttime, but the night was young. The sounds of the citizens in Pentagram City cheering were heard everywhere. There was a stage near the square. It looked like a professional built it there. Onstage were the performers: those handling the instruments and one who was mostly singing their heart out to their fans.
The crowd of fans was cheering the punk-looking girl on.
With as wild and untamed as many sinners seem to be in the Nephilims opinion, the woman was genuinely surprised by this mass unified celebratory chaos. It was hard not to investigate, with how thunderous the voices of the sinners as well as the music reverberated throughout the entire city. Standing atop the roof of one of the buildings of the square, Silver narrowed her eyes down at the punk band. As her eyes studied the punk-rocking woman, the Nephilim got the gut feeling that this singer was no ordinary sinner. Her silver wings ruffled against her back as she watched and listened with attentiveness.
