It was something to consider as she walked down the staircase leading down towards the catacombs. She had gotten the information regarding the spirits this time from a youthful pastor that had taken over from the other two. They both had decided to move their efforts elsewhere and she didn’t blame them. Adjusting herself near the end of the staircase she’d pull her helmet down around her head.
It was a full helm that did well to hide her features even when transformed and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Lately she had been… a lot prouder of her once thought affliction. Not because of what it was but of what it was used for; she didn’t consider it dark anymore not as a weapon like she had made it out to be.
Exhaling through the metal helm she’d scan the floor that she had come to figuring that if she was to do this that she’d need to be thorough. The youth didn’t know which floor the spirit was on but given that everytime Lucrectia came here it was a level lower than the last…
WC: 260/1600