After a strenuous walk for both of them, they finally came face to face with the colossal plate of rusting metal that separated them from what was to be of their fate.
Or their fate… of what was to be of them.
Either one of what it was made chills run down Northern's spine. His palms were clammy and he could feel spit dry up from his throat.
Terror threatened to grip his heart but Northern responded with a soothing exhalation, closing his eyes as he let out air through his mouth.
He inhaled and exhaled a few times eventually steadying his breath. He opened his eyes and they shimmered with an ethereal azure hue.
Northern turned to look at how his associate for the moment was currently handling things, however, his face paled.
'What the hell?'
Night Terror had a grin parting its lipless mouth, smearing its already hideous face with a mask of buzzard madness.
