No one appeared surprised when his gaze hitched on Caro’s displeased face, nose wrinkled. Otis gave a disgruntled nod along the lines of ‘ fine by me.’ The Kidraan’s sea-blue eyes travelled from member to member, meeting the impartial green of Jesal, the unbothered brown of Lenson, and the neutral viridian of Val. “I’ll lead in your stead, then,” Nightingale candidly said, more than offered. Frustration swam in his golden eyes, reminding Val of the tiny frown that sprouted on his lips when Magus Kane gave him the helm a fortnight ago. He swiveled on his heels, snapping his shield back in the space between his back and pack before taking in the five in front of him. “I’m a liege to the crown princess, Lady Nitza.” That had Val’s eyebrows shooting upwards. His shoulders raised half an inch, only to drop a second later. “Otis,” Nightingale’s tone for the Bulwark was-surprisingly-gentle, forgoing his habit of utilizing people’s family names. As an impromptu caregiver of her siblings, she could smell that particular worry miles away. Sweat beaded on his nose, and for the weirdest reason, she didn’t accredit it to anything other than the panic of being in charge-of making the wrong choice. From behind, Val could spot how tight of a hold Otis had on his shield, knuckles white. Thankfully, the answer ended up being incredibly simple: start at one hundred percent. Val’s eyes glazed over at the sheer number of tasks on the lengthy list two weeks ago, wondering just how they were to succeed. Age of Atera sent them on the behalf of every major faculty in the guild, instructing them to bring home certain parts of aether creatures, metals, materials, and energy cores for all parties involved. Magus Kane, the hardcore teacher that he was, ordered a complete run, and they could be described as… Well, Caro called them crazy, but Val would settle for painfully efficient. Darkshaft has tens of entrances and the one we chose, we chose because of what we’ll encounter. We confront anything as you’ve described regardless of the time and place.
The wooden staff and metal shaft-the former used for spells and the latter, a mobile area silencer-ceased their shifting as he planted a patient palm on the towing Novice.Ī Novice that seemed more like a teenager than anything else inside that moment. The piece of clothing obscured all except his black shin guards, his gleaming piercings, and the two rods fastened tight on his back. “Otis…” Jesal left his spot beside Lenson and passed the pair of Strikers, his evergreen poncho billowing at the motion. “We’ll observe the task and handle it as need be.” His clan’s symbol-a silhouette of their namesake-flew gracefully in place on his arms, back, and the sheaths of his two daggers. As most Hunters did, he decided on a cloth-based attire, wearing a dark grey, fibrous material accented by ebony metal pieces on his vitals. “For the love of…” Nightingale muttered up ahead, his gloved hand going up to comb a head of curly black hair. Then, he opened his mouth, and his one unsteady word had all of them sucking in their breath in a sharp hiss.
#Crown trick soul shards skin
Val wished she could’ve blamed the flickering lights- still half-broken, three months later-for the way his eyelids fluttered open and shut rapidly, or could’ve attributed his ashen skin tone to the stenchful rot gripping onto the wooden tracks below. “If the CAU guy’s scoop is right, we’re going to be facing something right out of the gate.” “Oats, what’s the plan once we spot the red ribbon?” The pair let them in on the object’s significance days before this morning, leaving no one in the dark or out of the loop. The shared knowledge of it led to Caro asking an ordinary question, one Val thought certainly necessary in hindsight of a prior dive in Darkshaft.
Val couldn't do anything but hope her thoughts wouldn’t come back to bite her as a premonition, even as she fiddled with the sturdy coldsteel chain affixed onto her non-dominant arm, the latest addition-among others-to her armour.Īccording to the tollgate fifteen minutes out, the separator veil existed further down the tunnel, a brisk trek away.
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