The Desiertian makes his way through the cavern, dealing with more and more of these summoned abominations along the way. Â His strikes are now more precise and controlled, instead of erratic and wildly like before. The more fluid and precise the attacks are, the less chance he has of these things combining into something more powerful. Although relatively easy at first, in a group, their combined forms posed a big problem. Eventually, Xerxes’ path is blocked by a large metal contraption next to a very long drop down. Xerxes moves to the door of the contraption and peaks into the darkened window. “Can't see a damn thing.”, he mumbles. As he pulls and opens the door, a lifeless body slides out and plunges into the darkness. As he goes to leave, the door shuts and the contraption turns over and begins to slide towards the darkened abyss with a groan, trapping the man inside. Sheathing his weapon and sighing, Xerxes attempts to climb out of the precariously dangling vehicle in a desperate attempt to escape. He inches up slowly and steadily, gripping the seats and whatever else he could get a handhold on. After a few agonizing seconds, all of which felt like minutes, Xerxes slams his shoulder against the door. With a final desperate slam, Xerxes finally knocks it open as he quickly climbs out, seconds before the machine disappears into the void. He scurries onto solid land and takes a few deep breaths of relief. A fleeting safety, if only for the moment, something that didn't seem to come in bulk here.
WC: 264
Judgement Tarot: 7/10 Completed