The silence after the rumble in the dark below was heavier than the basalt shelf hanging over our heads.
Devant stood at the lip of the drop with his dented tin cup balanced in his fingers, looking down into the black. Without the scarf, his neck was bare, and the burned side of it looked like wax that had run and set again. He didn't look back at us or move. He just watched the dark.
I was still flat on my back, watching blue system text scroll across the sky like a receipt nobody had asked for.
[All Active Summons have gained +1 Fortitude]
[Current Fortitude: Kassandra (9.7), Magdalene (8.2), White Feather (8.3), Celestine (9.0), Brunhilde (9.4)]
[New attribute acquired: Throne of Corpses]
[New attribute acquired: Stigmata Sentencing]
[New attribute acquired: Voice of God]
[New attribute acquired: Chooser of the Slain]
[Dark Essence bound in soul core]
[WARNING: Vessel integrity critical]
