"So tell me more about Vanitas," Kael said.
The young man looked at him as if he had just asked how knives worked while standing inside a butcher's shop. Then again, considering the state of the floor, the question was fair. He shifted his weight, winced as the wound near his thigh pulled, and kept one sword angled toward the darkness outside the checkpoint. The other remained lowered, though not sheathed. Trust, apparently, was not included with conversation.
"This is basically an open floor," he said. "Usually, when you get transported here, you move through the lanterns you already saved until you find a party of people to help you progress. Then you go with them."
Kael glanced toward the blue flame above the intersection. The checkpoint's ward held steady, making a clean circle in a city that clearly wanted every living thing outside it eaten. "What's the end goal? I mean, at least in the sewers I knew I had to beat the boss to progress. Here, I'm clueless."
