The whispers already gave them what it had. They wonder what Lemm might be getting, or more likely hearing, with how displeased he appears.
He tugs them onward, and they move without hesitation.
The glow and smell of sickly-sweet rot isn't present, and yet there's a sense it should be. It may be Dream, lingering. More likely it's their own imagination. Their unoccupied hand reaches back to grasp the hilt of their Nail regardless.
The chains increase going forward. Inside, more and more.
They suspect the floor might've been completely black at the start. They can't know more than that the Pure Vessel's battleground in Godhome was. Now, it's all a tarnished shade of brown.
Only after do they spot a particular set of chain hanging high above, catching the eye by the dangling half-pauldron and ragged cloak it's still tangled around.
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He tugs them onward, and they move without hesitation.
The glow and smell of sickly-sweet rot isn't present, and yet there's a sense it should be. It may be Dream, lingering. More likely it's their own imagination. Their unoccupied hand reaches back to grasp the hilt of their Nail regardless.
The chains increase going forward. Inside, more and more.
They suspect the floor might've been completely black at the start. They can't know more than that the Pure Vessel's battleground in Godhome was. Now, it's all a tarnished shade of brown.
Only after do they spot a particular set of chain hanging high above, catching the eye by the dangling half-pauldron and ragged cloak it's still tangled around.