hushabye

All the luck the once-Reaper and now-Sword was never able to muster at shrines...perhaps it is simply saved for moments like this. The door opens; the scent of charred flesh screams against the silence. The luxere have been spooked, but not by the monsters, for Rex was able to leave them behind. Instead it is the dark energy sizzling from the door that they balk at, watching the Sword with dark and concerned eyes. Rexanna and Clem are heavier somehow beneath the Sword's hands, their mechanical-structure now ill-fitting in their skin. LONGNIGHT