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.
The Deceased Cannot Be So Again
It didn't take long for June to finally spot something; a collapsed structure revealing itself under the wispy fog. Seeing it, he quickly made his way over and hopped off of the colossal stair.
Then, clutching the hilt of the Ivory Blade, he moved forward. A moment ago, he checked Gemm's location and although it was hard to tell, he was sure she was posted up somewhere here.
'Wherever here was…'
The place was spacious, that's for sure. The floor was quite unbalanced, though, which made June walk around somewhat awkwardly. Nevertheless, his gaze surveyed his surroundings, trying to pierce through the fog. He wanted to call out to Gemm, but for a good reason, refrained from doing so. After all, they weren't the only ones that could be lurking in this Dimension.
It was better if he just remained discrete, quiet, and wary of the fog. Doing just that, he continued forward. The deeper he walked, the more he could see.