Wanderer
Vulpesen moved at the front, boots crunching over jagged stones, senses honed against the unnatural pull of the Netherworld. Behind him, Diarch Rellik, Kas Larsen, Riku Anima, and Lan-Dai Navras followed in cautious formation, each attuned to the shift in the air, the faint hum, the subtle tug at their minds, the almost imperceptible shimmer that danced at the edge of perception.
The Rift loomed ahead, a swirling tear of darkness that seemed to breathe, its edges flickering like living shadows. A chill wind whispered through the jagged cliffs, carrying echoes of voices that weren't there, promises of fear, whispers of failure. The Netherworld did not simply imprison; it ensnared, bent, and toyed with all who died.
Every step felt like a challenge to their will. Even from this distance, the pull of its power gnawed at thoughts and memories, teasing doubt and fear. And yet, Vulpesen pressed forward, a steady anchor in the chaos, his gaze locked on the Rift. The mission was clear: Seo Linn had to be retrieved. She had to be brought back.
The group exchanged tense glances, unspoken questions lingering in the cold air. Would she even recognize them through the veil of the Netherworld's grasp? Had it already begun to twist her thoughts, to test her strength as it would theirs?
Beyond the threshold, shadows writhed and shimmered with intent. Somewhere in that darkness, Seo Linn waited—or perhaps struggled, caught in a trap none of them could yet see.
Vulpesen paused at the edge of the Rift, lifting a hand to signal the others. The time for caution had passed. Together, they would step into the Netherworld, their unity their only shield against the horrors that waited.
Vulpesen
Diarch Rellik
Riku Anima
Kas Larsen
Lan-Dai Navras
The Rift loomed ahead, a swirling tear of darkness that seemed to breathe, its edges flickering like living shadows. A chill wind whispered through the jagged cliffs, carrying echoes of voices that weren't there, promises of fear, whispers of failure. The Netherworld did not simply imprison; it ensnared, bent, and toyed with all who died.
Every step felt like a challenge to their will. Even from this distance, the pull of its power gnawed at thoughts and memories, teasing doubt and fear. And yet, Vulpesen pressed forward, a steady anchor in the chaos, his gaze locked on the Rift. The mission was clear: Seo Linn had to be retrieved. She had to be brought back.
The group exchanged tense glances, unspoken questions lingering in the cold air. Would she even recognize them through the veil of the Netherworld's grasp? Had it already begun to twist her thoughts, to test her strength as it would theirs?
Beyond the threshold, shadows writhed and shimmered with intent. Somewhere in that darkness, Seo Linn waited—or perhaps struggled, caught in a trap none of them could yet see.
Vulpesen paused at the edge of the Rift, lifting a hand to signal the others. The time for caution had passed. Together, they would step into the Netherworld, their unity their only shield against the horrors that waited.
Vulpesen
Diarch Rellik
Riku Anima
Kas Larsen
Lan-Dai Navras