Oblivious to Verda's plotting, Nikolai faced a rather complicated situation himself. When they crept through the bazaar, all seemed good. No enemies, no combat. However, the second they arrived in the Royal District, the reason became ever so clear.
"What should we do?" Sarah covered her lips as she whispered into Nikolai's ear.
He glanced up at her face while half squatting behind a half-destroyed wall. His hand pressed against the cold stone, a complete contrast to the sweet, fragrant breath blowing across his cheeks. "What else can we do?"
Ahead, Nikolai observed the mass of undead closely, his eyes sharpening as various hues of colour enveloped their figures. He closed his eyes, letting the faint sting from overusing his obsidian eyes to fade, while basking in Sarah's warmth.
Sarah cocked her head closer, lips practically brushing his cheeks. "Nikolai?"
He turned halfway, able to taste the sweetness of her breath as their lips faintly touched with a brief squish.
