The hero's final destination before the coming war…a vault full of surprises with arms reaching outwards. One wrong step and you'd be lost forever in the maze of their hug. But it wasn't his burden to carry for the woman who'd almost cost the lives of many; was being forced to step forward.
Her hands trembled as they reached for the blackened arms of the curses. Of course, she didn't want to accept this punishment again. But as she looked around at her tormenter, she was reminded that if it weren't for him, an ocean of bodies would've been consumed by the corrupted queen of Asteradia, the very same city that was corrupted by Batimos, the god of rot.
To a degree, she felt the weight of her wrongdoings crushing her as guilt, but another part of her wondered; for how long will this treatment continue, and will she ever be free from this exploitative treatment?
"Go on, we don't have much time…" Tapping his feet against the dark tiles, Raven snapped the merchant out of her head.
