✠ Draconis Nihilus Indomitus ✠
W A R M A S T E R
LORD INDOMITUS
Through war, I bring order.
Through strength, I bring unity.
Through fire, I bring justice.
PALADINS OF NIHILUS
He that follows in our wake is death.
Thurion Heavenshield
C R U S A D E R S
The cracking of the floor behind Him, the dark abyss that swallowed His companion appeared without His design. Imperius had neither intention nor awareness of the load bearing of the structure He was walking in and therefore was initially mostly glad that such embarassment was not meeting Him in kind. Foolish pride it might be, but impressions stuck and being too heavy for a seemingly solid stone floor was a misjudgement that could easily be avoided.
The Imperial Knight stood atop the crack for a moment, keeping a few paces distance of course as to not trigger any further structural failures and considered, contemplated if it was sound to follow Thurion into the deep voluntarily. There was sense in the notion of staying together but there was also the possibility that the fall was actually dangerous or worse.
His decision was made manifest a moment later when the tall Pureblood turned to continue striding down the corridor. The creatures had for the time being ceased to come at Him and Imperius used the time to go through frequencies. Through mind-impulse, barely more than a blink, He listened in on several bandwidths until He found the voice of the High King.
"I read you." He said calmly. "I am continuing Eastwards, bearing 081. Look out for staircases to rejoin our paths."
With large steps and the blade held low the Imperial made way, the corridor narrowed ever so slightly before it ended between two guardian statues, cowled figures with weathered away weapons in one hand while the others were stretched out with their palms in a halting gesture, trying to stop any from passing.
Dead and forgotten ideas have no meaning, have no weight and certainly not the power to stop me. His thoughts spilled as He set foot into the hexagon shaped chamber behind.
