Mirko pushed herself upright, her jaw set like iron. Her pink eyes were bright with unshed tears, but she refused to let them fall. "Hmph! This Knight does not weep! My optical sensors are merely protesting the excessive particulate matter in this ruined cathedral!"
It is not dust, Kuro said softly.
"I have officially classified it as dust!" Mirko drew her heavy sword, pointing the tip directly at the dark altar. "Onward! To the truth! To vengeance! To—"
BRRRRRMMMMMM!
The temple floor violently shuddered.
From the suffocating darkness beneath the massive glass altar, something ancient began to uncoil. The sickening sound of heavy scales scraping across stone echoed through the sanctuary.
