[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.
He was worried, and evidently so, but there was nothing he could do about it. Like before, all he could do was hope that she was fine. But that hope served as a very thin line that almost threatened to crack with each passing thought that drifted through his wary mind.
If she was in fact affected by the Shift, then June was on his own — and without her, he was nothing if not dead. However, if she hadn't been affected by the Shift, then… well, nothing.
She was still in danger, regardless. She likely thought the same of June.
Luckily, he had found this… collapsed stone structure to lie on for now, but he couldn't remain here forever.
Over the next few minutes, June dove into his Runic Web occasionally, hoping it would return to its normal state. But of course, it remained the way it was, affected by something. Realizing peeking into it was a waste of time, June tried to quell his anxiety by shutting his eyes.