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.
To You, A Figment Of The Past
Gemm yelled from behind him, also panting for breath. She wasn't as spent as June, but she was still tired nonetheless.
"Get up. Somethings coming."
June cursed inwardly as he stood back up, clutching tightly to the hilt of his blade.
The fog accompanied by the darkness made it impossible to see from a distance, but Gemm was efficient in hearing and if she believed something was coming, then there sure as hell was.
A split-second later, the statue shook violently, showering them with cold water from below and almost knocking them over. Whatever it was that had caught their attention, it was large in size. He could hear it glide under the statue, sending a small tremor in its wake.
'Now what?!'
The Dreaded Vipers were already harrowing enough. Now, there was something else.