Accursed Heritage
[Thou shall perish like the Tarnished…] [I Have Made The Foolish Mistake Of Trusting A Tarnished…] [Oh, Foul Tarnished…] *** An orphan by the name of June found himself swept into the wretches of the Ark, a magical world that connected its existence to the world from which he came… the Mortal Realm. Realizing he was a dead man, he accepted his fate… only, his fate turned out to be drastically different than what he had expected. In fact, it offered him an opportunity to live, something he thought wasn’t possible. But with such an opportunity, came a cost, and his… well, was a dark one.
Fall
The entire space's weight shifted toward one side, tilting. The door that they had come from remained intact, but anything beyond thirty meters from it was doomed… and June was deep within the room, so the moment it tilted, so did he.
He held on firmly to the statue, now dangling from it. It was shifting toward the collapsing weight, and any moment would plunge into the dark waters.
Turning to look to the left of him, he could see Gemm struggling to keep hold at the foot of the statue, the ground beneath her already gone.
He didn't know what to do.
With a gritted groan, he attempted to climb up and hopefully get himself onto the surface of the statue that wasn't dangling from the crumbling floor. But the moment he got close enough, another tremor shook the room, nearly causing him to lose his grip entirely.