Shadow Slave | Sleepless Dreamer

Of course, that was a fleeting thought.

There was the benefit of obtaining that Dreamer's essence afterall.

Step. Step. Step–

Crunch.

Hope paused in his tracks as a crunching sound cracked beneath his boot. He looked down, lifting his leg to see through the patch of grass.

And there he saw a crumble of bones. So old and ruined that it barely held onto any white. Nearby, a fragmented skull could also be seen, gazing at him with those empty sockets.

Hope walked over the fragments, not paying much mind to coming across the decay here. But because of that realization, other shapes he had mistaken as part of the motors and buildings were revealed as bodies as well. Skins that grayed matched the ruins, bloated and grotesque ones slumped over cars.

Hope paused as he found several of them wearing Brave Arm uniforms. Tattered and stained–

'Whole damn city went loose. All the guards were called to the city's center...'

Hope blinked from the voice's sudden spring from the whispers. Right. One of the men he interrogated after coming across that Adam boy said that.

Hope turned away and continued through the fog, his hand gripping tighter onto the bone sword.