![]() ![]() He attempted to not be distracted by that, unsuccessfully. While still away by a large margin, Gwyndolin could sense within the charred knight not just the visible Darksign on their chest, but also the same fact that Frampt had realised a long while ago. Finally they had a face to their suffering. The Undead began to run towards the God, finally having a chance to fully let out their anger. "Let the atonement for thy felonies commenceth!" He wielded a large ornate, black and gold sorcery staff, along with a bow of similar tonality. ![]() Only his ivory-like hair and the lower part of his face could be seen, sporting a feminine look. His crown resembled a sun, hiding his strangely big and disproportionate head, resembling a young child. Instead of feet, he was sustained by snakes, slightly hovering. His skin was abnormally pale, despite being hidden by his elaborate robe. And so, the God of the Darkmoon made himself visible at the end of the hallway. The pathway was overtaken by a bright golden light, pulling the end of the hall way back, away from view. "Come get me, coward! You have done enough!" Instead, they manifested their emotions through a voice sharper than the edge of their weapon. Gwyndolin's voice hadn't stopped talking, but the Undead was too focused on their vengeance quest to even listen. Instead, they rose their sword to point towards the end of the hallway. The Undead kept walking forward without regard for the comments of the God. "Heretic…First thou offendeth the Godmother, and now thou sees fit to trample upon the tomb of the Great Lord…" Upon entering, the divine voice made itself clear. The gate led to a large hallway, reaching into a room with a large marble slab. Ahead of them was a wall made of fog, and without fear, they traversed it. The Undead clutched their fists and walked towards the end of the hallway, stepping onto a delicate rug. ![]()
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