The room they found themselves in was rather vacant of any actual features, other than the grotesque walls that made up the seeming entirety of the accursed domain. All that was left for them was to push onwards through the corridor of flesh.
"Got my back?"
"Yeah."
As Macheo confirmed this for Ren, the young man unsheathed his longsword from the scabbard on his hip, also removing the obsidian dagger from the small hold on his belt as the grips were squeezed so tightly between his fingers he felt he might shatter them.
Not again. I'm not losing you again, Iris. I'm not losing anyone today. I can't, I won't.
