[ There's a dull and heavy clunking sound in the background, slow and monotone, almost overpowered in a similar way as to how the flowers were. The timing almost like clockwork, but it allows the embers of the necropolis to glow with life once more before dying again. It's the sword that speaks more to the challenge than the lion grinning before the candidate, as a chunk starts to slide off the sword in the slowest of motions.
Judar, meanwhile, had to weigh getting his energy back to the risks that increased with the bird staring at him like that. The order it had been given will only be obeyed for so long. He could see that. ]
... Fuck this.
[ While he floats and hurries into the entrance, it'd be quite a bit longer before he would finish that transfer to the real dungeon and necropolis. ]
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Judar, meanwhile, had to weigh getting his energy back to the risks that increased with the bird staring at him like that. The order it had been given will only be obeyed for so long. He could see that. ]
... Fuck this.
[ While he floats and hurries into the entrance, it'd be quite a bit longer before he would finish that transfer to the real dungeon and necropolis. ]