Kaelen looked down. His cursed blade, Mourning's End , had grown a thin layer of moss. The spikes on his pauldrons had softened into felt. Even the screaming souls trapped in his cloak had quieted to a contented hum.
"No," Kaelen whispered. "They broke her." Dark Side Fantasy -Ep. 2- -Pasture Soft-
"Don't let the charm fool you," muttered Lyra, his guide, a woman whose left eye had been replaced with a ticking compass. "The first episode was Edge of Obsidian . That was honest violence. This… this is the place where heroes go to forget their swords." Kaelen looked down