A Muted World

"Is this the fissure?" Arthur asked and Norman affirmed. Arthur has seen a fissure before, but it was nothing like this. Fissures were like raging black lightning that sucked everything and disrupted it that everything. A crack in the dimension itself. 

"For some reason, the undead monsters are of lower numbers than we have expected," Norman said with a frown as he called out for his scouts to give instructions. 

'Well, that's probably because I cut them in half with liquid-fire.' Arthur thought as he saw the scouts disappear to see the surrounding area. 

"We can go in now; they'll report any abnormalities," Norman said and gestured for Arthur to follow. "It's quite dark inside, so be careful, Sir Alexie." 

"I'm starting to like you," Arthur said, making Norman grin in victory. However, he missed the sarcasm because he didn't think Arthur knew his true nature.