Step. Step. Step. Another step.
With each step, the tension within Northern's chest grew thick. His hands were slowly opened, ready to hold out either the Mortal Blade or Soul Taker.
Either of the two were deadly weapons capable of striking down their enemies with little to no effort.
Since it was most likely a human, Mortal Blade was a more suited choice.
That thing was obviously created to kill humans... there's no mistaking it.
'To think, I'll finally have to kill someone...'
It wasn't a nice thought. In fact, in just a couple of seconds that the thought crossed his mind, Northern's taste buds were already bitter and disgusted.
But what had to be done had to be done.
The steps finally stopped, and slowly, the silhouette appeared out of the darkness, with both hands folded upon their chest.
When Northern saw who it was, his eyes widened for a second, then creased back later.
