You don't need the--? [he calls out after her pointlessly, waving the light back and forth. no, he supposed not. it seemed her kind could see in the dark.
unfortunately, he'd lost the ability to see the world as streams of wakfu when he'd lost his portals, so he has to rely on the flashlight she was kind enough to provide him with. the interior of the building is dark enough as is, but once he shuts the door behind him with a rusty squeal, he can see nothing beyond the beam of light. he takes a few pointless moments to try and adjust his eyes to the lack of light, but there's nothing for it.
something crunches below his feet as he takes a few steps in -- glass, perhaps. maybe even bone. the place has a musty smell, as if something -- or many things -- had died in it.]
Demona? [no sign of her. that woman wastes no time.]
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unfortunately, he'd lost the ability to see the world as streams of wakfu when he'd lost his portals, so he has to rely on the flashlight she was kind enough to provide him with. the interior of the building is dark enough as is, but once he shuts the door behind him with a rusty squeal, he can see nothing beyond the beam of light. he takes a few pointless moments to try and adjust his eyes to the lack of light, but there's nothing for it.
something crunches below his feet as he takes a few steps in -- glass, perhaps. maybe even bone. the place has a musty smell, as if something -- or many things -- had died in it.]
Demona? [no sign of her. that woman wastes no time.]