Auren was ready. Or he wasn't. He didn't even know what was coming for him, had no idea what he was about to fight or how to defeat it. From his recent encounter, he could at least discern vividly that this other side of the Night was no conventional realm therefore the creatures in it followed no conventional means of death.
So, what would it take to vanquish this red and black creature whose heart Asenya needed? And worse still, he'd need to wield this cursed sword to do so.
Auren glanced down at the sword with a forced grin, anxiety of the unknown churning in his gut.
'I guess we have something in common. You cursed, I cursed, what do you say we have a cursed date together or something?'
A few beats passed in silence. Auren looked down at the sword again, his expression paling.
'Seriously... does madness include the curse it possesses?'
Auren clenched the sword tightly and began to push forward, walking toward the glow that seemed to shimmer closer.
