The dark is not always malicious, and caverns have their own bounty of treasures. Yet the smell of rust and blood does not seem to offer riches and gold for the weary wanderer. Abandon hope all ye who enter here, the isle would seem to beckon - only fools would dare brave the dark Haugst would offer.
Fools, or individuals too used to such haunting spectres.
In terms of bonechilling experiences, it paled just a little compared to Tam-Tara or Haukke - even the amalgamation of automatons back in the First make her flinch more than common zombies. They crumbled quickly against the sheer weight of her blade, Lycelle cleaving through corpses both moving and unmoving. The only comfort of this disgusting sight is that the red tips of her hair would not be mistaken as their refuse.
Her path leads to a laboratory - one of many, she mused, although this seemed slightly different than others. The broken glass containers boded ill, thus did she roam her gaze about in caution.
Soon did ruby irises meet gleaming orbs in the dark, and a bright white smile, leaving a sudden chill down her spine.
She was aware of the terrible might of this foe. Of the fear it instilled. She was afraid not of her own well-being, but of the capability of this monster that could bring walls beneath its heels.
No. she could not fight this beast on her own. Not alone.
@manafront / And lo, vile beasts did rise, leaving naught in their wake but blood and ash. Thus did the first doom befall us.
