The halberd wielder chuckled darkly.
"It's a shitty way to die, I'll tell you that. My grandfather died the same way."
Nero inhaled slowly through the cloth.
The air tasted bitter now.
Dry and thick, laced with ill intentions. Much more than just dust.
He exhaled as he glanced around.
"Charming place," he muttered.
The halberd wielder barked a short laugh.
"You get used to it."
Kua didn't laugh.
Instead, his gaze lifted toward the horizon.
Toward the massive ridges of bone that rose like broken mountains in the distance. Further away from it, mapping out the distant horizon were many more pale white ridges, many of which ascended into the skies as absolutely massive columns scraping against the very firmament.
"No," he muttered quietly in awe
"You don't."
The Halberd used turned briefly towards Nero and snorted as a smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth.
"You're rather small."
Nero raised a brow.
"That so?"
