Liquid, smoky darkness flooded out through the doors as soon as they swung open, covering the corridor floor. The thick, tangible darkness seeped over the floor and spread further away through the ruins, leaving ankle-high fog for Ackster and…—
"Sword God, Sir?"
Ackster glanced up at Sword God, who stood on his shoulders before he even noticed.
Sword God used his feet to nudge Ackster forward, leaving Ackster the only one to wade through the ominous darkness.
'Fucking madman.'
Sword God tapped Ackster's shoulder with his foot hard enough to crack a few bones.
"Sorry, I guess."
Ackster didn't know if Sword God had already seen through his healing ability or if he just didn't care. Unfortunately, it didn't matter since he didn't have a say in what the Sword God did. The lunatic was just so strong that Ackster wasn't even sure whether he would survive this encounter.
