Third Person's POV
And in her timidness, she misunderstood their stare, resulting in her clinging to him with nervous rigidity, as her soft grip contrasted the stiff tension in her posture.
On the other hand, Velcy was as silent as ever as she walked a fraction behind him with her scarred face watchful as her ice blue eyes flicked warily across the hostile crowd.
At last, after threading through the sea of beings, they reached the space beneath the crimson banner decorated with a forest overcast by a bloody moon.
The massive cloth rippled faintly overhead, and its deep scarlet caught the light and painted the surroundings around it into a place that seemed to be perpetually stained with blood.
Beneath its shadow, the world seemed to grow quieter, heavier, and it seemed as if he had crossed an unseen threshold.
He instantly concluded that this was most likely a magical artifact, and to his surprise, it was empty, eerily so, save for one figure.
