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.
Sickening Cold
It took him a while to recollect himself, floating under the pouring rain and the thunderous roar that shook the skies above. Honestly, he hadn't even known where he was headed, he just hoped it was the surface rather than the depths… luckily, he was correct.
But that didn't mean he was safe. Still struggling to breath properly, June felt rather defeated.
There was nowhere to go. He also realized his Ivory Blade was missing, so he recalled it back into his Runic Web, hoping that would work. Which, it did, as several sparks of beautiful white light enveloped his forearm for a short second.
'Damn it, what do I do now…'
Everything seemed hopeless. The fog was denser, the darkness was encroaching upon him, and the cold threatened to consume him entirely. The persistent feeling of something potentially grabbing him from below also gnawed at him, making him extremely paranoid.