The veil fire seems to only deepen the black shadows as they step out onto the landing. The rift isn't far now; Vlast can feel its power making his back teeth buzz and the hairs stand on his neck.
It's a good thing Cedric keeps those as inside thoughts – something in the gloom shuffles forward, the whisper of dry flesh dragging over cold stone. They are, indeed, not alone.
“Is this aught as you expected...?” he asks, drawing his greatsword from its sheath (a utilitarian thing; decent steel, sharp as a razor without much hint of ornamentation save for a crude yellow crystal wedged into the pommel).
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So much is riding on her now.
The veil fire seems to only deepen the black shadows as they step out onto the landing. The rift isn't far now; Vlast can feel its power making his back teeth buzz and the hairs stand on his neck.
It's a good thing Cedric keeps those as inside thoughts – something in the gloom shuffles forward, the whisper of dry flesh dragging over cold stone. They are, indeed, not alone.
“Is this aught as you expected...?” he asks, drawing his greatsword from its sheath (a utilitarian thing; decent steel, sharp as a razor without much hint of ornamentation save for a crude yellow crystal wedged into the pommel).