Lethe followed the other Knight's lead without protest.  Whatever it was, it must have been important for him to take her aside like this.  The two wandered through the city, the otherwise pleasant afternoon soured by Gil's words.  Her drink remained untouched in her hand.  By the time the two reached Gil’s destination, a frown was visible on the woman's face.<br/><br/><span style="color: silver">"Two weeks?"</span>She parroted in shock, disbelief requiring a confirmation she hadn't heard wrong initially.  Her focus turned from the Knight beside her to the wreckage in front.  The taint of Sin was faint from where she stood, undoubtedly a testament to the hard work of the Knights standing guard on the periphery.  If the Sin was as strong as Gil implied, and Lethe had no reason to disbelieve him, an uncontained source in the midst of the city could easily undo much of the work the Pure had accomplished in Lindela.<br/><br/>She stepped forwards towards the closest squad leader.<br/><br/><span style="color: silver">"Squad leader Marion, may I enter?"</span>The Knight nodded in agreement and she breached the premises.  The essence of Sin was strong; again, she couldn't believe the wreckage had been purged of its fallen occupant two weeks ago.  She had met Sinners with less taint than was palpable here.  But if Gil's words were to be believed, perhaps she shouldn't be surprised.<br/><br/>A leap forward had her wings unfurling behind her as she took to the skies for a better look.  It was a scene of devastation with trashed buildings sagging across the lot.  However, her vantage from above revealed nothing new.  If not for the steady thrum of vileness, she would have assumed it to be exactly what it appeared. Her boots touched down on a broken beam, the highest vantage she could find near the center of the battlefield.  She brought her hands to her chest and closed her eyes; her keys slid in on themselves and then vanished.  Their presence would hinder her search.  One by one she turned off her senses.  First to go was her sense of smell, then the bustle of the crowds faded from her ears to be overtaken by the sound of her heartbeat.  That too receded until all she was aware of was the sensation of evil swirling around her.  It caressed her skin, trying to tempt her one way then another but this too was blocked from her mind.  For Sin to have lingered this long, there must be a source hidden here in the wreckage.  The tugging of sin transformed into a pulse. It was so faint, she doubted that she would have felt its beat if she hadn't already presumed its presence.  It was to her left, coming from below.  A basement, perhaps?<br/><br/>Hazy blue eyes turned in that direction, sight focused not on the physical realm but a divine one where only sin and the light resided.  The white haired Knight unconsciously jumped towards the pulsing darkness.  She slipped effortlessly under the caved roof and brazenly walked towards the source of Sin, only to be stopped by the physical realm.  A tangle of support beams had fallen and blockaded her path, another barrier to ending Sin.  Blinking her eyes, Lethe tried to clear the divine realm from her sight.  It would be no use in this endeavor.  Placing her shoulder against the first beam, she leaned against it to try to move it out of the way.