@grailblooded
There was nothing welcoming down here. Only small, abandoned rivers whose villages had long gone, and only the cruelest nightmares chiseled damp into stone paths. The underground painted a much darker picture than the world above, where one could at least catch a familiar glimpse at the stars above. Ah... -- but how had he fallen so far into such a place, Arjuna wondered? The answer wouldn’t come to him easily. His mind felt clouded, and yet his abilities seemed perfectly in-tact. Nothing that measured on a human-scale should’ve been able to penetrative the defenses of his mind, yet perhaps the energies that lurked within the dimly-lit tunnels had been buried for so long that greater things had begun to stir.
The only thing Arjuna was certain of, was that it was all a mistake.
Even more so when he’d mistaken a hulking form ahead of him for some phantasmal creature, when his fingers had slipped at string and let loose a light that pierced the shoulder of whatever encased it for protection. It gave no shout of alarm, and he gave no instant response -- for his arrow had illuminated his target the moment it landed. That was...
“Step aside.” Arjuna moved past without an apology, through the foul and murky water, for that bulky tail had always been in the way -- even back when he’d been forced to stand behind and wait for orders. The lights of the tunnel flickered and cracked, and the archer caught sight of what he’d been looking for: bodies.
“... was this your doing?”