If one's soul reflects the moon
Zen had noticed one of the fliers and decided to make his way over to Grounds to participate. He was still uncertain about his opinion of the older Demi-god but any preparation or opportunity to kill an infected abomination was worth the trip. Arriving his eyes scanned the crowd, meeting Hadama's for a brief moment before turning to focus on the caged creatures. The younger Demi-god's jaw ticked, disgust curling in his gut as he studied them.
The question was expected, and he noted the varying reactions amongst the people. Some had fought void creatures, others not. Even amongst those confirming their experience, their expression varied. Zen himself simply shook his head. He'd yet to kill his first void creature and his fingers twitched at his side eagerly to have the chance.
The question was expected, and he noted the varying reactions amongst the people. Some had fought void creatures, others not. Even amongst those confirming their experience, their expression varied. Zen himself simply shook his head. He'd yet to kill his first void creature and his fingers twitched at his side eagerly to have the chance.
Zenith
Half will always be dark
