A lone figure in all black wearing a cloak with the hood up could be seen roaming barren lands. In one hand was an odachi, a highly long heavy weighted blade that was typically used with two hands. It was similar to a greatsword's but had a more Eastern feel, looking like a katana.
"Do you even know where you are going, Hank? You've been searching for a while yet haven't encountered him." A maniacal voice peered within the long boy's mind.
"There are lingering traces of his spiritual energy. Besides, all signs show he was last here. I know you can feel it, T. There is soo much spiritual pressure that there is no where you can't feel it." Hank spoke, his voice muffled by the black face mask.
