Porcelain

As for Milo's three allies during this cave diving session, they were all pulled together into the same room, into a pillar of empty space carved in the ground, the width of the surroundings wasn't much, only forming about a twenty meter circle, the ground here was much less rocky than before however, it was soft soil, with plenty of moss growing atop.

In this damp and squishy atmosphere, the silhouette clad in blackness unfolded itself, giving out ear grating cracking noises as it stood up to its maximum height, just above the two meter mark, the beautiful red rope tied around its neck stood out from its dark choice of attire.

"Our valiant lord has spoken"

"Die, die via haemorrhagia"

The androgynous voice spoke clearly, the red rope tightly bound around its neck came undone of its own volition, falling to the ground like a drowsy serpent, the dark veil slipping down from the back of its wearer, revealing what lay beneath.