The Dark Below
“They have left us long ago.”
Within the outside forest, there is a shadowy figure that rushes along the grassland. They do not make a sound when their feet hit the rubble or twigs on the surface. As if from the void, a blue feminine but muscular arm grasps one of the heart seekers by the back of the neck. The seeker instantly submits without a sound of resistance. The other blue arm comes out and stabs a trident in the forest ground. Like the broken one, this trident has the same metal and runes, though, along the hem of the blades, a small bell is chained from the serrated edge’s base to the stave's top. Even when the clasp of the bell rings, no sound is heard but the runes glow. One hand
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